The gathering
The harvest
Is plentiful
The workers
Are few
The gathering
Of souls
Is coming
To fruition
He knows
The future
His plans
Will be established
The works
Of His design
Are becoming
A masterpiece
Though the shaking
Will come
So will
The Son
In His glory
It is destined
For His people
To reign
His grace
Is sufficient
For all
Our weakness
The uncertainties
Have no weight
Under His grace
He is sovereign
Every problem
He knows
He chose
The foolish things
To confound the wise
The Saviour dies
To redeem us
To offer salvation
We may not see
All He is doing
But He proved
His love on the cross
For the lost
The broken, the hurting
In His mercy
He came down
He received His crown
Above all dominions
He is the Good News
His name is Salvation
For every tribe, tongue and nation
We will all bow down
When the Judgment comes
His daughters, His sons
We will share
In His victory
For all history
Points to Him
The risen King
The Great Redeemer
He is the way
Call upon His name.
© Jess Laura Jane 2026
