Wednesday, 14 May 2014

How Sweet the Yield

How Sweet the Yield 
a Fertile Field

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 excellent yield -
So rejoice though your heart
is broken in two,
God seeks to bring forth
a rich harvest in you.

by Helen Steiner Rice

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