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Monday, July 14, 2008
Unplowed Ground
So I heard this song at church yesterday and it just hit the spot. I wasn't planning on blogging at all but wanted to just post this song by Ross King.
Unplowed Ground
It's drier here than every I remember,
The fields that once were green and tall are now so bare.
And patience for relief has turned to anger
And joyous praise has been replaced by faithless prayer.
I used to love to tend these fields for hours
And even times of drought would only serve to spur me on.
But now ti seems like years without a shower
And somehow my desire to grow has come and gone.
This was the word to Jeremiah, but I think it applies to me right about now...
Break up your unplowed ground, and turn your heart to Me again.
Lay all your idols down; come confess your sin.
I long to ease your pain and bring your fields to life once more,
But I will not send My rain until you make Me Lord.
A vineyard ripe with blessing now surrounds me,
And every harvest so much more than I hoped for.
But as the fruit increases all around me,
I see how fat I am and I'm still wanting more.
This is the word God gave Hosea, but I think it applies to me right about now...
Break up your unplowed ground, have you so soon forgotten Me?
I cannot watch you bow at the altar of prosperity.
I long to shower down and see our love affair restored.
So break up your unplowed ground; it's time to see the Lord.
Habits turn to cycles turn to seasons,
And seasons turn to years before we know.
And we lay still alive but barely breathing,
And we whisper, "That's just the way it goes..." but the Lord says No.
Break up your unplowed ground and you will find a treasure.Sell everything you own to buy what can't be measured.
I long to lay you down in richer fields than you have known.
So break up your unplowed ground and make this land your home.
It's drier here than every I remember,
The fields that once were green and tall are now so bare.
And patience for relief has turned to anger
And joyous praise has been replaced by faithless prayer.
I used to love to tend these fields for hours
And even times of drought would only serve to spur me on.
But now ti seems like years without a shower
And somehow my desire to grow has come and gone.
This was the word to Jeremiah, but I think it applies to me right about now...
Break up your unplowed ground, and turn your heart to Me again.
Lay all your idols down; come confess your sin.
I long to ease your pain and bring your fields to life once more,
But I will not send My rain until you make Me Lord.
A vineyard ripe with blessing now surrounds me,
And every harvest so much more than I hoped for.
But as the fruit increases all around me,
I see how fat I am and I'm still wanting more.
This is the word God gave Hosea, but I think it applies to me right about now...
Break up your unplowed ground, have you so soon forgotten Me?
I cannot watch you bow at the altar of prosperity.
I long to shower down and see our love affair restored.
So break up your unplowed ground; it's time to see the Lord.
Habits turn to cycles turn to seasons,
And seasons turn to years before we know.
And we lay still alive but barely breathing,
And we whisper, "That's just the way it goes..." but the Lord says No.
Break up your unplowed ground and you will find a treasure.Sell everything you own to buy what can't be measured.
I long to lay you down in richer fields than you have known.
So break up your unplowed ground and make this land your home.
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