The Harvest

In the quiet of our slumber
Or the busy of the day
Sometimes without a warning
A loved one's called away
And those who go before us
rejoicing one and all
Lift up their souls to greater needs.
When the work's all done , He'll call.

Thus comes the ancient question
that's always asked.... Lord why ?
Remaining still unanswered
to those like you and I.
We speculate and ponder
A mystery to us all.
Whose answer lies beyond our reach.
When the work's all done He'll call

And so we cherish memories
of loved ones called away.
Knowing that it's through our faith
we'll meet again some day.
And like those gone before us
He beckons one and all
To joyously fulfill His needs
And when the work's all done , He'll call.

By: Virgil Sturgeon Copyright 2008