"Harvest of the Heart"

What challenge calls, surpassing all our dreams?
What work demands our heart, our might, our soul?
A task where faith and labor make us whole, 
A cause far greater than it ever seems. 

Lift up your eyes; behold the golden streams, 
The fields await, their fruit a glistening goal.
Swing forth your tool, let steady hands control,
For harvest thrives on quiet, steady beams. 

Each day renew the edge of sharpened steel.
Let hope and faith illuminate the way.
As heaven guides and lightens your dismay,
With charity your labors will reveal.

Drink at the fount, and rise with strength anew, 
For fields are ripe, and harvest calls to you.