This is a powerful and evocative request, drawing from a profound scripture of abundance and supernatural blessing. Here is a poem built upon that imagery, a prayer for overwhelming and continuous harvest in your life.
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Amos 9:13 (NIV)
“The days are coming,” declares the Lord, “when the reaper will be overtaken by the plowman, and the planter by the one treading grapes. New wine will drip from the mountains and flow from all the hills."
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Poem: A Prayer for Abundant Harvest
Lord, You who speak the seasons into sway, Who turns the night and orders forth the day, You promised seasons of such boundless grace, The sower and reaper would run a single race.
I ask for that abundance in my life, A harvest rushing in,abolishing all strife. Let not my seasons have a barren space, But grant such increase,such a staggering pace—
That the plowman, breaking ground for seed anew, Would overtake the reaper, seeing the harvest through. Let preparation and fulfillment merge as one, A ceaseless cycle,under Your great sun.
Before the final sheaf is bound and stored, Let new,green shoots break forth upon the sward. Before the last grape’s trodden for the wine, Let blossoms on the vine again entwine.
Let promise chase production, knee to heel, A tidal wave of grace that I can feel In every barren plot,each fallow field, Until a yielded abundance I must wield.
Let the planter and the harvester collide In a blessed chaos where Your will provides. Let new wine flow from hills I thought were dry, A sweet libation from Your source on high.
Make my life a testament to this: A cycle not of lack,but endless bliss. Where hope and harvest in a dance are spun, And every ending is a new begun.
Bless abundantly. Let the plowman run. And in this rushing,may Your will be done.
Amen.
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