This part is the tilling of fallow ground.
The careful cultivation of the soil of my soul.
What feels like a crisis grows into crowning glory.
What looks like too much to bear
is really just enough to bear fruit.
You've brought me through so many things,
I sometimes forget the miracles You've already granted.
When I look at the field as it stands, it's disheartening.
Improve my vision so I see the crop
even before it breaks ground.
Bring my dreams to bear just as You farm the fields:
ripe, ready, and always right on time.