Plowing
Nov 26, 2019 1:21 PM
Ruth Johnson
I Praise Thee, Jehovah,
I Hail Thee now,
Teach me to put
My back to the plow,
For after the reaping,
And after the burn,
I will need to help plant,
I need to learn.
I Praise Thee, Jehovah,
It is to Thee I run
For every Great Lesson
Under the sun,
The sun that should be gold
As the streets in Your Town,
Teach me from Old
How to lay those streets down.
For I want to be working
On those streets of gold
To stay out of trouble
So I can grow old,
Old as the mountains,
Old as the streams,
Old as the trees,
Old as my dreams.
I Praise Thee, Jehovah,
For not giving up
On a poor employee
Who has been fired enough.
For Yours is The Kingdom
Yours and Your Son’s,
And my job is plowing
Under Your sun.
Amen
