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