How couldst Thou be so cruel to me?
“I am the Gardener here”
Why didst Thou prune my eminence?
“To make you sweeter, Dear”
What can I give when I’m so small?
“Your yield will augment mine”
How can I fill my destiny?
“Your harvest will be fine”
(26 October 2010, Provo, Utah)
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4 comments:
I love this one. I look back on my life and I can see this has happened in so many ways. Now that the Lord is giving me glimpses of what He has in store for me, my gratitude for painful pruning in increasing. Thank you for this poem!
The Lord chastens and the work hastens. Dr. Hallen, thanks for the invite.
Your comments make me want to get busy and update this poetry blog.
I feel so small sometimes, as well. But, I know that it is by grace that we are saved after all we can do.
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