Plowing Furrows; Hoeing Rows

The task was given

to complete:

-plow the furrows

-hoe the rows

My steps were eager--

my heart light,

to show my strength

was my delight.

My focus was

upon my goal--

It filled my mind.

It filled my soul;

but with the dawn

of each new day

briars and thorns

grew in my way.

The task which seemed

so easy once

became a bleak

and daunting one.

At times the goal

was out of sight.

It seemed to me

I plowed at night.

My mind said

I should endure,

but the way

seemed so unsure.

When I felt

my strength was gone

my body screamed,

“I can’t go on!”

As I fell--

on bended knee,

I fervently

began to plea.

I cried aloud,

“This is too much!”

‘Twas then I felt

the Master’s touch.

He took the plow

and dug my furrow.

He took the hoe

and hoed my row.

Gently then, He

turned me ‘round--

to show me what

was in the ground,

for in the rows

that I had hoed,

had sprouted faith,

and love and hope.

And streaming through

those furrowed rows,

I could clearly see

where Heaven’s blessings flow.