Chapter 9 - Page 129 - New Passion

the sheaves. Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves. We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves. We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.” The sound seemed amplified; the heavenly music could be heard all over the village. “Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows, fearing neither clouds nor winter’s chilling breeze. Bidding by the harvest and the labor ended, we shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves. We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Going forth with weeping, sowing for the master. Though the loss sustains, our spirit often grieves. When our weeping’s over, He will bid us welcome. We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves. We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves. We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.” Before long, Jim and Rhasha and the angels finished singing. Jackie and Simbatu remained sitting at their instruments, but Jim and Rhasha stepped outside the church and sat on the ground. Several people inside the church offered Jim and Rhasha their seats, but Jim refused. Reverend Morris stepped up to the pulpit and slammed his fist down on its top. The loud thump echoed through the church. He wanted to get everyone’s attention, and he did. “Now I want to tell you about the greatest man that ever lived. His name is Jesus.” Not a sound could be heard in the church or outside the church as Reverend Morris told the congregation about the birth Jesus and how he had lived. .