Beneath the cloak of darkness,
Like a creature in the night,
Stealthily I prow,
In search of fallowed ground.
Under the glare of the blazing sun,
I hunt, yearning to be a vessel
Fit for the Masters use.
Oh unplowed land full of stones!
Unproductive and covered in thorns!
Oh dry land engulfed in weeds!
Parched lips that thirst for You!
This is where I long to be!
Demolish and break the cast
Of the hardened heart!
Cultivate and clear the land!
Turn the earth!
Awaken and restore, Oh God!
Bring revival to this place!
Agape! Agape!
Open the heavens!
Downpour torrential rains!
Quench this land!
Soften the hardened heart,
Or the fallowed man.
Sow your seeds divine,
As I as I await steadfast
For the Harvest Celebration.
May I never grow weary,
Lose heart or hope.
That I patiently await,
Acccording to your perfect timing.
For once the Spirit sets
The heart afire,
It can never be contained!

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