Walking Turning Ploughing
Walking in peace amidst of the war For the sword is sent and the bow is bent Go through the straight gate a narrow door Repent enter the light where the darkness is rent Turning from your sin which is hard fallow ground Love the Lord with all your heart and your fellow man Swords spears pruning hooks and ploughshares abound All in your hand but where to plant Tell me if you can Ploughing through your hearts and mind The peaceable fruit comes from pruning Chastening can seem painful for a time But there is peace and love is blooming Learning to war no more must start With knowing what is in your heart 10/24/2015
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