Poetry

Fields are as White

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God's good creation, prepared for His creatures
He put His hand to the plow, never turning back

God sows them through the earth, but the enemy comes along behind

Abraham and his children the wheat,
The Devil and his children the tares.
Growing intermingled.

Christ comes with His workers.
They harvest the wheat

While the tares are left to be bundled and burned,
The gleaners pick the last few heads.
Tribulation is God's mercy
To collect the last possible fruit

Then they gather for the harvest feast.
The wedding feast of the Lamb.