My beloved Lord,
You have given me a beautiful field
A plot of land for me toil
A promise of a bountiful harvest.
A land that was once filled with briar and brambles
You have uprooted and burned them all
And the field is now fit for planting
A glorious harvest calls.
But I am no farmer my Lord
I have neither tools nor knowledge
Nothing but my bumbling hands
My Lord, what should I do?
My Lord then said:
“Do not fret or fear my child
I will teach you what to do
I have prepared the tools
For your dainty hands to use.
I will tell you which seeds to plant
And We will watch them grow
Be sure to water them often
With love, faith and hope.”
My Lord, I have done what You have asked
All the tilling and planting
Even the watering and caring
And now I know not how to continue.
My Lord replied:
“We wait my child
And let Time pass by
Keep watering the field
The harvest will arrive.
I will make the seedlings grow
Tall, graceful and strong
Handsome trees with juicy fruits a laden
And ever more seeds for more.”
But my Lord, the winter chill is coming
And the plants are still so small
How could I sit and do nothing
But helplessly watch?
My Lord smiled and answered:
“My child, I am the master of all
Have I not seen what cannot be foretold?
Be patient I ask you and do what I have taught
The harvest will be plenty and it is such.
For Time will strengthen the plants
And allow much growth
The winter chill will blow through
And they will not be harmed.
For I have given you tender shears to prune them
And with My eyes I am keeping watch
Not a leaf will be destroyed nor a twig be broken
As long as you diligently pray over them.”
My Lord, it is indeed as You say
That my worries are all for naught
The field is now filled with mighty trees
And the harvest will soon come by.
The flowers have budded and blossomed
And the many fruits are growing
My heart flutters with excitement
For it is almost time for reaping.
My basket at ready, my apron adorned
My heart is glad at the fruits galore
My hands are delighted as they reach out to pick
But stilled immediately as a soft voice speak.
My Lord spoke with knowing eyes:
“My child may I inquire
What is this that you plan to do?
The fruits may have grown prettily
Yet they are not ripe for plucking.
Love and Time has yet to seep their way though
To soften and sweeten the fruit
And I will not disappoint you my child
If you will obediently follow My guide.
For I will show you which fruit is ripe
And I will inform you the time
For it is important to get it right
As so the fruit will not be too sour or tough to bite.”
So forgive me my Lord for I am too hasty
And help me wait and listen patiently
For my Lord’s wisdom transcends all
And my Lord’s promise never falls.
4 comments:
Thank you Abba Father, thank you Jesus, thank you Holy Sprit for giving this to cin. Thank you cin for writing them down obediently. i am deeply comforted as i read this precious words of hope and comfort.
A beautiful poem dear Cindy. You really have a great talent and a gift for writing such inspirational and anointed poems. I am really blessed reading them. Continue to write more to glorify His name!
Thank you so much, Sheena and Meli Meli. I'm glad that you like the poems. ;p
Hi Cindy, Beautiful poem and finally got to see what you were telling me all along. My first thought was the growth of our church, sort of in line with making new disciples and watching them grow, and I imagine when the fruits are ripe, their seed can be use for planting as well.
Then the poem reminds me of my family. How I was too hasty to reap them when it's not time, impatient to see results and scared of the "winter chills" in their path that would affect their salvation. It's comforting to know the Lord is the Master of all, and am waiting and praying patiently for His promise to come to pass.
Your poem is a blessing, Cindy =)
Thank you.
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