Both friend and foe
Oh how I grieve this ache you sow
Yet they who faithful sow in tears
Shall reap with songs of joy—so cheer!
Cheer instead, my heart that beats!
A heart that bleeds
Though doleful grief looks quite the crook
Better the prize
Wins the soul thus shook
So spare me no sorrow
Tough as flint these words to say
Lo! I covet nothing more!
Than to walk in Your sure way
Holding hands out to the needy
Lifting prayers for those who break
For the love of all that’s winsome
For their hearts to find Your face.
September 15, 2018
“Sorrow is better than laughter, For by a sad countenance the heart is made better. The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, But the heart of fools is in the house of mirth.” –Ecclesiastes 7:3-4
“Those who sow with tears
will reap with songs of joy.
Those who go out weeping,
carrying seed to sow,
will return with songs of joy,
carrying sheaves with them.”
“Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows,
Fearing neither clouds nor winter’s chilling breeze;
By and by the harvest, and the labor ended,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.
Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master,
Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves;
When our weeping’s over, He will bid us welcome,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.”
–Bringing in the Sheaves – Knowles Shaw 1874–