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On Sundays

(A Poem)

On Sundays, saints gather. Monday, they’re scattered—spreading Good seed in the world where it mattered.

Tuesday, they waited and watered with prayer, for what was planted needed some care.

Wednesday their patience was marked with a smile that provided much warmth to the hidden seed in the earth.

Breakthrough on Thursday! Though it doesn’t look like much. But it sprouted, there’s life. Thank God. Hallelujah!

Friday was good. Leaves start to form. Roots growing deep, soon ready for the storms.

Saturday, rest. The Lord does His best. So cherish the thought, “we are much more than flesh.”

Sunday is coming. Saints, I’ll see you then—to hear stories of the Harvest, and Wonders without end.

-Jason Betler

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