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GOLDEN GRAIN....A POEM TO PONDER :)

GOLDEN GRAIN....A POEM TO PONDER :)Oh watch the ruthless farmer plough his land.Oh hear the broken clods complain in vain,Come see the pointed fork within his hand,"Is he by any chance the enemy of the grain?"
Oh no the farmer is preparing for the corn.Four months before it stands above the sod.I have to think of all those ever born,Who lie all broken at the feet of God.
The plough of time has ruffled up their dreams.And winter winds have crumbled all their hopes,And unseen tears have flowed in salted streams,With doubt and fear and shame down faithless slopes.
For seeds eternal they are ready now.And yet each soul has still the power of choice.They could reject and get along somehow,Or bear a golden crop in paradise
The priceless seeds of truth are falling fast.In some those seeds will not be sown in vain.For when the Angel blows his final blast,God's eternal field will blaze with golden grain!
HOPE AND PRAY YOU WERE BLESSED

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