The Ledgers

We  must be ripe grain
Before he come, we must  have
Grown  to our full height
Before we be counted, we must
Be mature and wise and have
Left our childish ways
Behind us, leaving
Fairness and equity
In our wake, not
Disaster and want and   ' '
Suffering. Once we are
At full stature,
He will come, the
Landowner,  and see
What  we have done
And  every one lived and
Grown  will be
Called to task for the
Deeds  of his hands, the seed
He has sown  - truly I tell you
The  Ledgers will be full as we
Count  and weigh the grain.

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