Psalms 126

My eyes open and there is a fog,

I begin to unfold my tired bones,

One foot in front of the other,

Each step is labored,

My eye gaze through the smudged glass,

I reach out to touch it, cold,

I see the trees begin to rustle,

I must go, it’s time to go,

Though I’m weary I must,

This is my inheritance,

I must go out to the land of my father,

The land of many failed crops,

My father wept for this land,

I step out, the dust swirls about my ankles,

I slowly fold down,

I touch the dry dust,

Many have mocked me,

“The land will never produce,”

One lone tear rolls down my cheek,

Into my dust,

I have sewn many seeds,

I have watered with many tears,

I trusted my father when he said,

“Sew, water, and reap my son,”

I have not seen the harvest,

But I know, I know it’s coming,

I must walk,

I must go out among the seed,

The tears flow,

I go out unto every row,

The wind picks up,

I watch the dust fly,

This is my inheritance,

My father’s field,

I walk,

I drop to my knee,

I see it... 

A sprout!

My father’s sprout,

Rejoicing I walk,

My cheeks moist with hope,

Weeping and working,

Working and weeping,

I work,

This is my inheritance,

My father’s land,

My father’s field,

My father’s sprout,

When the day is done,

I lay down to sleep,

Knowing tomorrow is full of hope,

The light beams through,

Reflecting on my face,

I open my eyes,

I bound out of bed,

I must go,

I must go to my father’s land,

I step out,

I see it, green,

I see it all!

My father’s harvest!

I have sewn many seed,

I have wept many tears,

I must harvest the crop,

For those who sew in tears, 

Shall reap in joy!

Bus kids playing in the dirt on visitation!

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Sunday Morning Van

This poem came to me after my pastor preached the most powerful message from Psalms 126. I sat in awe of what the Lord had dealt with him about. I am beyond blessed to be under his leadership!