I see the hand that reaches in
Digging deep into my heart,
mixing the rich, fine loose soil
His hand toils the powder of my heart.
Pain surges as He examines the content
to find the things that hide, the things that
hold back and block the growth of the seed, like Pride.
I feel every touch and hear his heart that says,
"hold on, be patient, believe and have Faith".
I clamber within, resistance sets in;
I cry out in agony, "Lord, please, is it over yet?"
Finally I surrender as I see at the distance
the little seed He plants, the little seed He whispers.
Gently He folds in the now fertile soil and smiles in delight
as he sees the work of His hands and my future in sight.
Seed, Time and Harvest my dear",
His words ring gently in my ear.
Surrender into growth,
and see in you the Lord's Wonder. - by BrisyO