The Joy of Harvest (A Poem) By Sis. Abigail Ndubueze
“Psalm 126 vs 6
Who are these like warriors come
Marching, stampeding the field?
Battered, wounded, their plow weild,
Their countenance bearing no form.
Their palms the brunt of toil,
They look not left nor right,
Strength fastened on the soil,
They toil all day and night.
These are they who labour,
Drifting like ships on sail
Waits to rest on its harbour,
Praying their strength not to fail…..”
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