The farmer ploughs through the fields of green
And the blade of the plough is sharp and keen,
But the seed must be sown to bring forth grain,
For nothing is born without suffering and pain--
And God never ploughs in the soul of man
without intention and purpose and plan.
So whenever you feel the plough's sharp blade,
Let not your heart be sorely afraid
For, like the farmer, God chooses a field
From which he expects an exellent yield--
So rejoice though your heart is broken in two,
God seeks to bring forth a rich harvest in you.
(Author Unknown)
Mat 13:23
But he that received seed into the good ground is he that heareth the word, and understandeth [it]; which also beareth fruit, and bringeth forth, some an hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty.
2 Comments:
I really like the poem. Welcome. Hope to see much wisdom shining through=)
Love your writing :)
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