I see them LORD! In fields grand,
Advancing like waves upon the sand;
First, like wheat, they appear to be
But as closer they come–men’s faces I see!
A living harvest! That’s what I meet;
Fields of men with marching feet.
Steadily moving–lines straight and true;
The souls of nations come into view!
Millions upon millions–destined for where?
Their song becomes clearer, as I stand and stare,
“One-by-one… by one… by one…”
This living grain, now singing, comes…
Marching toward eternity. What will their destination be?
With heart of love–eyes filled with tears,
I lift my cross–lay down my fears.
This grain won’t wait–it’s up to us…
I, too, now march; join in their chorus.
One-by-one, the harvest sings,
One-by-one, the reaper brings!
Martha Gibbons, Broken Vessels Recovery Project 2001
He turned to his disciples and said, “The harvest is huge and ripe! But there are not enough harvesters to bring it all in. As you go, plead with the Owner of the Harvest to thrust out many more reapers to harvest his grain!” Matthew 9:37-38 TPT