The Beauty of
Self Control
Chapter
2
Page
8

The Work of the Plough

 

There is a picture in Revelation which explains it all. There appeared a great company, wearing white robes and carrying palm branches. “Who are these?” was asked. “These are thy which come out of the great tribulation,” was the answer. The way to heaven’s highest glory lies through pain. Today the plough is cutting through your life; tomorrow a blessed harvest will wave. Dr. Babcock’s little poem tells the story:

“The dark brown mould’s upturned
By the sharp edged plough,
And I’ve a lesson learned:

“My life is but a field
Stretched out beneath God’s sky,
Some harvest rich to yield.

“Where grows the golden grain–
Where faith? Where sympathy?
In a furrow cut by pain.”

 

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