Is your hand put to the plow?
Are you tilling Gospel ground?
Are you telling folk the marvels
Of the matchless Grace you found?
Are you bold with benediction?
Are you salt to sting and heal?
Are you speaking plain of life’s trials
That they know your hope is real?
Will you stop along the roadside
To attend a neighbour’s need?
Will you march apace a new drum
And from fashion’s farce be freed?
These are things the plowman sees
As new family grow up strong
And they may not be the blood ones
Who refuse to come along.
But no matter, all is settled
As the lights of Zion rise
And the family of the faithful
Gather right before your eyes.
Are you tilling, gladly tilling
Making straight a fruitful track?
Making light of dull derision?
Stay alert, and don’t look back!
(Image: 3 mighty horses pulling the work – Faith, Hope, Love)