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Jesus In The Rural Soil

Sweating in the rustic dusts of Nazareth, you laboured. As a farm labourer, ironsmith, weaver, and shepherd, You ploughed with the peasants, who were curious yet loving. They were teachers from whom wisdom, like clear streams, flowed, gushing. You walked, pondering over the Sea of Galilee. Where fishermen struggled like lilies amidst barberry, The breeze, amalgamated with the Abba message, blew. With you, the fraternity of the folks, day by day, grew. You read about all philosophies and theologies. Small or great, each one therein had unique ideologies. The rich, though they seemed strong, bent in the winds of faith like reeds. You held all of them in the same balance, mending their creeds. Each herb, shrub, plant, tree, blossom, fruit, and weed imparted wisdom. In the soul of each seed, the lord of lords founded the kingdom.

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Date: 8/1/2024 8:52:00 PM
Thanks for poetically documenting about Jesus' rural life... and for sharing your faith in Him as well. Thanks likewise for your uplifting comments. God bless you.
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Christuraj Alex
Date: 8/2/2024 12:10:00 AM
Thank you very much. May God Bless You!

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