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Our soil worked with our own hands alone,
will not attain the necessary nutrients for spiritual growth
When we are strong with self will
we are weak in spirit
Let God be our farmer, he will supply what we need to thrive
He gives us the subsistence
that allows our seeds to sprout
His light is the sun that warms our souls
Oft times we take back our will causing us drought,
He rains down on us with everlasting adoration
He is always with us, and always has been
All we need do is open our hearts and receive him
About our destiny we need not understand
He communicates his will for us,
if only we would listen
All we need do is remain open,
thus we may read the signs given us
Perhaps some day our souls he will harvest
A wondrous thing indeed, we will rejoice in his grace,
bask in his wisdom
Till such time we can do ought
but what we were chosen to do
With God as our farmer we grow so we may end our fast
at the harvest feast

Douglas A. Walker


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