Tarry no more

Tarry no more brother
tarry no more sister
the shades already falling
souls are straying, time is fleeting
the baskets lying empty
the ready sheaves being blown away
the reapers all in slumber
tarry no more brother
tarry no more sister
reap souls for the kingdom
for the Lord on us is counting
while earthly time is fleeting.

poem by Michael Nkwocha
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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