When The Harvest Comes

Some people work in a factory called a sweat shop,
They work from sunrise till after dark, and don't stop.
The blind man lives by himself in a room,
He cannot see, so each day is filled with gloom.
A crippled man begs for food from his wheelchair,
He often thinks that life is very unfair.
A homeless man in a small, dirty bed does flop,
For a job he would gladly jump and hop.
A cult member, on a street, flowers does sell.
His mind has been brainwashed, and he fears hell.
What do all these poor people share?
They all will receive God's love and care.
For God will never desert them, this I know,
And when their misery ends, to Paradise they will go.
Some people work in a factory called a sweat shop,
And when the harvest comes, they will be part of God's crop.

by T. Michael Francis

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