HOW GREAT THE YİELD FROM A FERTİLE FİELD

The farmer plows through the fields of green,

And the blade of the plow is sharp and keen,

But the seed must be sown to bring forth grain,

For nothing is born without suffering and pain,

And God never plows in the soul of man

Without intention and purpose and plan …

So whenever you feel the plow’s sharp blade

Let not your heart be sorely afraid,

For like the farmer, God chooses a field

From which He expects an excellent yield …

So rejoice though your heart be broken in two—

God seeks to bring forth a rich harvest in you.