White Fields

White Fields

I see the fields of white, dear Lord;
The lost You love so well.
Oh, send me out among them, now,
Your precious Love to tell!

So many grope in darkness
And seek for You in vain.
Let me tell that wondrous story,
Guiding to Your heart again!

Broken hearts need healing;
Broken bodies, too.
Spirits, heavy~laden, should
Know what You can do!

Oh, let me not be idle for
Your love o�er flows my heart!
To the weary, lonely, lost, undone ~
Let me do my part!

Just a few more hours,
Jesus will return!
Just a little time to teach,
A little time to learn!

Along life�s way You guide me.
Help me, Lord, to spread the word
Of Helper, Healer, Friend, and Guide
To those who�ve never heard!

� 2005 by Joan Clifton Costner
Heavenly Poetry
Under His Wings
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35 ~ Say not ye, There are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest.
36 ~ And he that reapeth receiveth wages, and gathereth fruit unto life eternal: that both he that soweth and he that reapeth may rejoice together.
37 ~ And herein is that saying true, One soweth, and another reapeth.
38 ~ I sent you to reap that whereon ye bestowed no labour: other men laboured, and ye are entered into their labours.
39 ~ And many of the Samaritans of that city believed on him for the saying of the woman, which testified, He told me all that ever I did.
40 ~ So when the Samaritans were come unto him, they besought him that he would tarry with them: and he abode there two days.
41 ~ And many more believed because of his own word;
42 ~ And said unto the woman, Now we believe, not because of thy saying: for we have heard him ourselves, and know that this is indeed the Christ, the Saviour of the world.