If Life is filled with wounds and fear
Souls that bleed and dreams that tear
War and violence
Fear and blindness
How are we to flourish here?
Is it your will to beat us down?
Watch us struggle tilling ground
That does not bare beneath our feet
Supplying bread for us to eat
With Adams curse and Cain’s great sin
Will I be marked and never win
Where is hope and victory?
Where is the One who sets us free?
If I could only touch His hem
Perhaps I would be whole again
You say you labor toil and cry
Struggling in the dust so dry
Cultivating flesh and blood
Knowing fear; cursing sod
To bring forth bread that will never fill you
Harvesting what will only kill you
I sent you life and second birth
Bread from heaven; not from earth
His name is One, His work is done
Trust in my beloved Son.
Plant your seeds in soil above
Sow and reap not food but love