Lord:
You’ve been hidden so long you think the cave is your home
I’m calling you forth from your sleep in the catacomb
Know that I can make even the deadest bones rise
With the breath of My Spirit your life will energize

You must die first to self to be robed with My glory
To be led by My Spirit is now mandatory
Many will be drawn to the light of My grace
As they see My love in your bright, beaming face

Arise and shine to reflect the light of My Son
The time of My great harvest has now begun
I am sending you forth to work in My field
Crops I have planted will produce a huge yield

Me:
Yes, Lord, I will follow and answer Your call
For Your great glory I will give it my all
You are worthy of my undivided love
I’ll bring in the harvest to Your courts up above

Debbie Furey
February 19, 2021

Matthew 9:37-38 – “Then he said to his disciples, “The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. 38 Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.”

Proverbs 10:5 – “He who gathers crops in summer is a prudent son, but he who sleeps during harvest is a disgraceful son.”

Ezekiel 37:1-14
Matthew 13:36-43