and asked that
we might sow
a hundred
thousand different seeds
and watch a
harvest grow
He put into our
hands the tools
the ox and
sharpened plough
and sent us out to turn the soil
plant not
someday but now
Not ever asked
to toil alone
no tasks with
labels “mine”
the field was
His, the labour ours
no drawn
dividing line
We planted
potent seeds of love
through kindness
on display
and sprinkled
seeds of living hope
through lifting
words each day
We searched out
seeds of spirit truth
and planted
wisdom deep
sowed endless
joy and laughter loud
and sorrow’s tears
to weep
We sowed the
seeds of mended life
through hands
that touched to heal
With subtle
fragrance soothing souls
we learned again
to feel
With lifted
heads and upraised hands
we planted
jubilant praise
We sang our
Saviour’s victory hymn
that set our
hearts ablaze
We scuffed our
knees to rid the field
from bitter weeds of hate
Wielding faith and warrior prayer
we battled long
and late
We sowed our
seeds not sparingly
not from the miser’s
hand
but freely
given, we freely gave
and richly sowed
the land
Today we see the
harvest in
His church, this
vibrant place
and the world
sees a reflection of
the Father’s
loving face
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