SOW ON …
Oftentimes we grow discouraged
With children full of pranks
With mothers who are gossips,
And fathers who are cranks,
With folks who let us do the world
While they sit back at leisure
And never even voice a thought –
Unless it is displeasure.
With some who criticize us
Because we did not call,
And some who claim we think we’re good
And really aren’t at all!
With some who think we are too bold,
And some that we’re too shy,
And some we cannot please at all
No matter how we try.
But is this not our Father’s work?
‘Tis He who bids us go –
The harvesting will be for Him,
Our work is but to sow.
And he that goeth forth in tears,
Still sowing though he grieves,
Shall doubtless come again in joy
And bring forth precious sheaves. [author unknown]
Think About It!
Have A Great Day!
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