In fields of life, both wheat and weeds,
They intertwine, their destinies agreed.
Righteousness stands tall, unwavering and true,
While wickedness lurks, its shadows askew.
Patience, a virtue, whispers through the breeze,
For hasty hands may harm the wheat with ease.
God’s timing, precise, orchestrates the scene,
As hearts unfold, revealing what lies within.
The Judge above discerns each hidden part,
We, mere mortals, glimpse but a fraction of the art.
So wait we must, with faith as our guide,
Trusting in justice, where mercy and truth collide.
For good and evil dance their cosmic waltz,
A symphony of choices, where souls exalt.
And in this tension, character takes root,
As God’s providence weaves stories absolute.
So let us learn to wait, with hearts ablaze,
Embracing growth, our souls’ eternal maze.
For God’s hand tends the garden, day and night,
Where wheat and weeds coexist, bathed in light.
Published:
July 27, 2024, 7:30 AM
