| Bringing Forth The HarvestThe 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 a man~Without intention and purpose and plan.So whenever you feel the ploughs sharp blade~ let not your heart be afraidFor 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 |
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