Biola Broadcaster - 1953-11

There's a coolness in the morning. There's a crispness in the air, Since the days are growing shorter And the blrds have gone elsewhere. But it spts my mind to thinking That the time is shorter, too, Till the coming of my Saviour– And the laborers are few. For God's harvest is not gathered, Many souls are lost in sin. Can we idly wait for Jesus When the harvest is not in? ~··~~ .-- · ~ -. ~v -- -- r::::u6'1iJ


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