A Possibility

by F. McCormick | Category: General | Nov 1944

To-day I saw a field, all parched and bare,

The growth was stunted, signs of life were rare,

I pondered well, could this a picture be

Of mine own soul ?-a possibility!

No depth of earth, no room for roots to grow,

So there's no fruit, for there's no sap to flow.

Oh, plough my soul more deep, that I may be,

For Thee on earth-a possibility!

Another field I saw, prolific, green,

It showed much life, abundant fruit was seen,

The roots were deep; ah! could my soul thus be

A fruitful field ?-a possibility !

Revive Me, Lord, to bear more fruit for Thee.

Send sunshine, rain, send soul prosperity.

E'en to old age I fain would bear for Thee

The Spirit's fruit ;-a possibility!

Sweet, fragrant field! the soul the Lord hath blest

Will to Him yield the first-fruits and the best.

Take now Thy due, for all things come of Thee,

And make me now-a possibility!

F. McCormick | Nov 1944
General

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