Nothing But Leaves - 2004

Oh, to let the Lord of the Harvest, do a work in our lives, that this wouldn't be our lot!


Nothing but leaves the spirit grieves
Over the wasted life
Sin committed while conscience slept
Promises made but never kept
Hatred, Battle, Strife
Nothing but leaves

Nothing but leaves no garnered sheaves
Of life's fair ripened grain
Idle words for earnest deeds
We sow our seeds low tares and weeds
We reap with toil and pain
Nothing but leaves

Nothing but leaves memory weaves
No veil to screen the past
As we retrace our weary way
Counting each lost and misspent day
We find sadly at last
Nothing but leaves

And shall we meet the Master so
Bearing our withered leaves?
The Saviour looks for perfect fruit
We stand before Him humbled, mute
Nothing but leaves