I see a tractor coming out its little tractor barn next to the big red barn. I am driving it.
I look over the fields, and they go too far to see. The horizon is covered. The sun shines brightly over the earth.
I dont have a sickle attached to the tractor. I have a basket. As I drive by, the harvest just jumps in my basket. It’s like fish jumping out of the water into the boat. 153 of them, eh?
They just come in. The season that we are entering into shall be the same. No effort. Just keep moving forward. Our storehouses will overflow.