The Sweeping Sweep of Years

The sweeping sweep of years will yield

The seeds we’re planting in its field

Though hidden deep, still it will grow

This is the way of seeds, you know

And though the hour disappears

Lost in the sweeping sweep of years

When first we dropped it underfoot

Eventually it will bear fruit

Someday will spill the telling yield

Of seeds we’re planting in its field

The sweeping sweep of years will prove

At harvest-time the God we love

Planter and reaper both are we

A weed can never be a tree

Consider well these minute spheres

Lost to the sweeping sweep of years

© Janet Martin

 Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows. Gal.6:7