The song of the plowing season.
“If you cannot affect a situation physically, seek to affect it spiritually” – Alexander McLean
LORD my skin is parched like
Waning soil in a famine.
My roots appear lost, non existent
Were they ever existent?
This seed that once promised much
Now promises nothing much over little.
But is a closed promise
Not a closed faith to the Promiser?
I will keep tilling the ground
In wait of this new spring.
Only then suddenly,
A new thing blooms
In the midst of adversity
In the midst of the famine
In the midst of doubt.
The out of season,
This seed beat all the odds,
This seed defied the norms
This seed settled the scores;
For as long as this tree towers tall above the rest,
The LORD is the King on the throne.
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“Then He said, “To what shall we liken the kingdom of God? Or with what parable shall we picture it? It is like a mustard seed which, when it is sown on the ground, is smaller than all the seeds on earth; but when it is sown, it grows up and becomes greater than all herbs, and shoots out large branches, so that the birds of the air may nest under its shade.”” Mark 4:30-32
His whole Kingdom is rooted upon the principle of supernatural growth. Will you trust in His process?