How Great the Yield From A Fertile Field

by Helen Steiner Rice

The farmer ploughs through fields of green

And the blade of the plough is sharp and keen,

But the seed must be sown to bring forth grain,

For nothing is born without suffering and pain–

And God never ploughs in the soul of man

Without intention and purpose and plan,

So whenever you feel the plough’s sharp blade

Let not your heart be sorely afraid

For, like a farmer, God chooses a field

From which He expects an excellent yield–

So rejoice though your heart is broken in two,

God seeks to bring forth a rich harvest in you.