The Plowers
“Many a time they have afflicted me
from my youth;
Yet they have not prevailed against
me.
The plowers plowed on my back;
They made their furrows long.”
Psalm 129:2-3
The farmers here have begun making long furrows.
Lord, help us trust our deep afflicted places to you, that You may plant good in them. And here’s a simple poem . . .
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He Prevails
From our youth
they have afflicted
yet somehow
they have failed
though pushed down
and plowed long
His will for us
prevails.
With Love,
Debbie
Deb’s blog can be found and read at: http://iftodaywehear.wordpress.com/
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