Saturday, July 7, 2012
Sleeping At Harvest
Closed this evening service with this poem. I have it in one of my bibles and I don't remember the composer, to give him credit.
Souls are Dying
Too long I've laid me down to sleep, and prayed the Lord my soul to keep.
I should awake before I die, and realize time is passing by;
And rise and go and tell the lost, despite my plans despite the cost.
Too long I've laid me down to sleep, while multitudes about me weep;
And other cries of dark despair, for no one ever seems to care.
My life is short, and soon I'll stand, with sinner's bloods upon my hand;
Unless I wake before I die, and realize time is passing me by.