Friday, February 5, 2010


We must not hope to be mowers,
And to gather the ripe golden ears,
Unless we have first been sowers
And watered the furrows with tears.

It is not just as we take it,
This mystical world of ours,
Life’s field will yield as we make it
A harvest of thorns or of flowers.

Johann W. van Goethe

Psalms 126: 5, 6
“Those who sow in tears shall reap with joyful shouting. He who goes to and fro weeping, carrying his bag of seed, Shall indeed come again with a shout of joy, bringing his sheaves with him." NASB

1 comment:

Carol Penhorwood said...

"And watered the furrows with tears."

Such truth written here. Our pain has a purpose and knowing that helps get us through the rough times, doesn't it?