The Heavy Plow

  The Heavy Plow The Plow upon His shoulder, He walks across the land, The earth spreads open, Behind the steps, Of this man. The Planter of the seed, Pulls the heavy Plow, The ground is rent, Soil bared, His work draws a crowd. Like a beast beneath the yoke, He stumbles in His task, The Plow digs deep, As the crowd around Him laughs. The plow row behind Him, Opens to receive the seed, While men and women rejoice, To see Him on his knees. The Plow again now rises, Here, double yoked, A Cyrenian pressed in service, In this cruel, heartless joke. The heavy Plow upon them, They furrow up the hill, The crowd of endless ages, Laugh at it still. Blood and sweat drip, Watering the row, The seeds begin to spring, In the garden far below. The heavy Plow is planted, Firmly in the dirt, The work is nearly finished, Of sowing this rebirth. The Planter on the Plow, Looks out upon His work, Though His heart is pierced, He declares it - good. Earth, now turned over, Beneath the heavy Plow, Stands wa

Kurt LeBlanc Update


I'd give you an update on Kurt but I'll let you check out the updates yourself since Kurt is now able to type and update his Caringbridge site himself. Thanks for the prayers and please keep them up!

Comments

Patience said…
Hi,

I read your blog but I'm not able to access Kurt's site. Why is that?
James M. Hahn said…
Patience,
Sorry, the link was bad. Try it again and if it doesnt' work let me know and I can email the link directly to you.
God Bless you, Jim
Patience said…
Thanks it worked this time. I'm really praying for him (and for you guys too)