I ask the Lord
What is it You want of me to do?
Is it the season in my life for new seed?
To break new soil and prepare to plant,
or the time just to nurture that which grows?
And to God, I’ll say, “I’ll do it later, just not today.”
But, if tomorrow doesn’t come
and all I have is remorse and regret
that I took not the time to plant those seeds
and nurture your garden, and it turn to weeds,
for the harvest is great, and cannot wait,
I gave it no attention; it cries out and pleads
for there were times when I just turned away
and said, “Let another plant that seed,”
and I turned not my heart to that one in need.
But God now I ask, “Give me this day,
this moment, this season, this time, and a way
that I might find in one new soil I pray,
to plant the seed of love in one
that becomes a part of the harvest to come
in a new time and season nurturing me.
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Ecclesiastes 3:1 “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: vs. 2…a time to plant and a time to uproot…” NIV This is one of my favorite scriptures in the Old Testament and the inspiration for the poem above. There is always a season and time to plant good seeds and reap a harvest of good fruit sewn. I Cor. 13:13, “And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”
Joyce E. Johnson © 2018
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