Plow Deep
Alive…but, callous and
cold as the fallow soil.
Dead man sailing the Ancient Mariner’s ship…
Break up your fallow
ground…tomorrow is too late.
Dead man preaching the sermon, sitting
in the pews, singing the songs, sacrificing his bulls on the altar…going
through the motions…no passion.
Drive the plow
deep…spring is here don’t let it pass.
The sun and rain have made the soil as
granite.
Drive the plow deeper…the
taproot of sin.
Repent, Dead Man...weep and return to your first
love.
Now sow with a view to righteousness…be
loyal to God.
Alive, new growth and blessings are
on the way.
It is time to seek the
Lord!
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