Many years ago the call of God came,
You the fields of sin must leave;
Choose the One who is ever the Same,
Ready, willing and able to save.
Again the call of God was heard,
While fallowing the fields with horse and plow,
The truth unhindered you must embrace,
To steady your step and praise increase.
Another call of God was felt,
A wife to take and children to raise,
Pointing each to the fields of His grace,
Where happiness and true joy abound.
Yet another call of God to the heart,
The fields are white and ready to harvest;
Warn sinners to flee and saints the
Inheritance of the Lord to faithfully till and harrow.
Soon the call of God, “Come up hither!”
Bringing the sheaves and carrying the grain,
The fields of glory then to worship
The One in love who calls and calls again.
Editor’s Note: The above lines were written by a son in memory of his father, who was recently called home to be with the Lord Jesus a father who left a rich natural and spiritual heritage.