Save The Crop Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Since God called home His Christ and Son
The bride began to pray
Many life’s race have ran and won
Yet the world’s gone its way

But by God’s grace it’s not the end
Her death is not to see
If yet to Christ her knees would bend
Our God would set her free

For though she’s erred and gone astray
Though darkness clouds her land
If she would seek God’s face today
She’d find Him close at hand

Our Father’s arm is never short
Though many hearts have cried
Believe The Saviour’s true report
Accept The Lamb who died

Though nations are at war with Christ
Though battles cross the sea
The Lamb our Father sacrificed
Will set His children free

No more are numbers in decline
Many God’s love will share
Through blood that poured like gratis wine
We’ve converts everywhere

Thank God for those at Jesus’ feet
Who’ve turned their backs on sin
Churches are growing fast as wheat
Willing to fight and win

The harvest’s ripe the fields are white
The reaper’s on his way
Yet if we toil whilst yet there’s light
We’ll save the crop today