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NOTHING HAPPENS TILL ITS BROKEN
The soil is broken open to take in
The precious seed that will produce the wheat
By breaking the tougth seed corn's shell and skin.
And beat relentlessly within the pit,
Or in high vats are tossed around and smashed,
To yield good wine for mankind's benefit.
To yield the wholesome and nutricious oil.
To gratify and pleasure host and guest.
Yet only after ardent human toil.
To bring forth precious metals, ores or salt,
Compelled to yield their substance crystalline
In harsh procedures, tiresome and bold.
To give the gleaming pearl up within,
To make the jewellery collector's pride,
Or grace the neck of princess or of qeen.
'Ere it is fit to serve the charioteer,
T'is broken - Lo!- regardless of its breed
To make it for the rider fit to steer.
Its perfume, nard and fragrance to release,.
To consecrate before His death the Master,,
The King -Priest, Savior, and Prince of Peace..
A breaking for is His purposeful design,
Though there be tears and human hearts may bleed,
And thus be part of His great scheme divine..
Desires you for growth and strength to be,
For in the depth and dark of brokenness,
Stripped of all pride and self-sufficiency,
He can now use you as His instrument to bless.
