A Planting poem

We cannot speak into rock filled hearts. The Soil is difficult, right from the start. We have to pray “God soften the soil.” Let there be blessing where ever I toil.”

The seed is not bad, it came from God’s hand. He put it within you now don’t plant in the sand. Don’t question God, what he gave you is good. Build gems of his thinking, not stubble or wood.

-a spontaneous poem by Laura Grace

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