Running Out Of Time

 

There, in the spring, wild flowers grow
Amid the waving grass.
They share a moment of bright joy
With travelers as they pass.
 
Yet, as the grass and weeds grow tall,
They remain still unmown
For, if they mow them, those bright blooms
Will drop where they have grown.
 
Until the last bloom starts to fade
Those weeds will thrive, also,
But when the blossoms are bloomed out,
Then all the weeds will go.
 
So is it also with mankind.
The weeds of sin will grow
Until the last of His redeemed
Are safe. Then they will go.
 
I pray, that when the harvest comes,
His barn will overflow
With all the weeds that turn to Him,
And blossom where they grow.
 
Matthew 13:28-31
… So the servants said to him, ‘Then do you want us to go and gather them?’ But he said, ‘No, lest in gathering the weeds you root up the wheat along with them. Let both grow together until the harvest, and at harvest time I will tell the reapers, “Gather the weeds first and bind them in bundles to be burned, but gather the wheat into my barn.”

These wild flowers in the field are another gift from ATF.