The Plow Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison
The Plow
I put my hand upon the plough
to walk beside him here and now
to listen to his grace filled words
the like of which were never heard
I dedicate my life and limb
to him of whom the psalmist sings
whose every action, every step
is filled with healing testaments
My day begins and ends in prayer
that his great mercy will be there
his load is light and burden fair
his messages beyond compare.
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4/23/2024 10:20:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'Healing testaments', 'his messages beyond compare', lovely