Sow Then the Precious Seeds of Hope

Think not that God rejects you,

Nor can’t protect His child.

The lying voice of evil

Would have you thus beguiled.

No, rather contemplate your lot

In light of Calvary,

And know His covenantal love

Makes joy a guarantee.

 

Fret not yourself comparing,

It only leads to sin.

Avoid the trap of dwelling

On how things might have been.

Press closer to your Father’s heart-

His nearness is your good.

Your limitations He prescribes;

Your sorrows, understood.

 

Strive not in comprehending

But in His mercy, rest.

He works a greater wisdom

Than human thoughts suggest.

The trusting soul will know a peace

The mind cannot conceive.

How great indeed His promises

For those who have believed!

 

Sow then the precious seeds of hope,

And water them with tears;

You soon will come rejoicing when

His faithfulness appears.

--K. Hartnett, April 2006

The last four lines of this poem are a paraphrase of Psalm 126:5-6.  I wrote the poem for a couple in the church who were experiencing an unusual and grueling medical trial.