The Harvest-Time Poem by Michael Walker

Two people will be working in the field;
Two people will be sleeping in the bed;
The parent then cannot the child shield,
When the Lord comes to the Bride He wed.

He will grind the wheat into the Bread,
For He is the Head, and the Hand we fed;
We have been fed by Flesh and Blood He shed
To come to judge the living and the dead.

He will separate the wheat from chaff!
He will separate the goats from sheep!
In Hell, they'll wail, while in Heaven, they'll laugh;
The bad He will repulse, the good to keep.

The harvest-time draws nearer by the day,
But those cannot be damned who choose to pray.