Psalm 126:5 

5 Those who shed tears as they plant
will shout for joy when they reap the harvest.

 

Reaping

 

It must be time for reaping ... from whatever I sowed.

Fruits of bitter will now fill ... every basket in my barn.

Why did not I plow the field ... before I started planting?

Now most of the harvest seems the weed that brings harm.

 

Adding up the cost ... of a life completely wasted.

Who is going to pay the bill ... for all the things I’ve charged?

Looks that all my savings ...  have disappeared and gone.

Now it is time to pay the reaper ... with my soul filled with scars.

 

Is there no hope left for me ... is there no one to bail me out?

Is this what life is suppose to be ... a death march to the fatal?

Please show me a way out ... a place where I can hide.

Where death has no power ... where I feel loved and cradled.

 

I feel so helpless now ... who will give me strength?

I am so desperate now ... hanging on my cross.

There is One beside me ... Who is smiling on my heart.

His eyes are embracing me ... He cares about my lot.

 

Why did not some one tell me ... why was I not shown The Way?

Are all the ones staring at me ... lost in their own self?

Don’t they realize ... that the reaper is here today?

And will claim every one like me ... until all blood is spilt

 

The day I know is far gone ... but it is not over yet.

A new beginning awaits me ... on the path of obedience.

No more hesitating ... to get out of my comfort’s nest

And embrace the good news from God in a Life giving experience.

 

Jan Wienen