M-eet the time of harvest,
A-t the hour of Judgment Day;
R-emain in the right path,
G-reatest glory is on rhe way.
T-ime of harvest is near,
A-pproaching so very fast;
D-o the will of the Almighty,
U-ntil the world breathes its last.
R-epent January twentieth,
A-s Almighty God knows best;
N-o one is truly aware of the exact time of harvest.
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