HARVEST

We ploughed the fields again tonight
Then scattered to our homes
The ladies donned their new delights
For the annual fashion show

The choir had made some signings
To swell their anthem praise
On loan from other churches
Or returned from bygone days

The church was overflowing
With long forgotten faces
And others who would just attend
On special church occasions

And uncles,aunts and nephews
The family dog as well
And new found mates of either sex
Were gracefully revealed

The rich fool lost again this year
You'd think he'd get the message
There's no one like that sitting here
His loss is our advantage

The mustard seed grows more and more
The vineyard still needs workers
And there we sit and see the Word
More suited to our neighbour

We ploughed the fields again tonight
And filled our brains with plenty
The offering plates were overflowed

But many hearts left empty