God's plough

God's Plough

God's plough breaks up the fallow ground, disrupts our untilled soil

In the dust we dwell in is to be found the place where we must toil.

He ruins our sanctuaries and then He sweeps them clean

In our hearts His heart he buries- in His time the harvest is seen.

The vine's fruit is now crushed to make a wine men can consume

The clove of myrhh is ground to dust to release its sweet perfume

So as the ground is broken its richness is released

As the word was spoken- the void and chaos ceased.

But in the breaking of the soil a greater plan is traced

He casts the seed into the ground to spring forth from their burial place

In furrowed rows cut by His hand the good seed now He plants

The rains bring both their new life and their deliverance.

4-11-00

Anthony Foster