Walking in bare feet a midst in orchards
A many trees make up these flourishing orchards
Many people harvest from these trees.
Even the growers exchange in the orchards.
I have in youth taken from their branches.
Walking in bare feet a midst in orchards
A many trees make up these flourishing orchards
Many people harvest from these trees.
Even the growers exchange in the orchards.
I have in youth taken from their branches.
But where and what shall I grow in these orchards?
What trees may I sprout that others may harvest
as they walk a midst in orchards?
What will God reap from me
when he enters the gates of the orchards?
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 8:14 PM UTC
Walking in bare feet a midst in orchards
A many trees make up these flourishing orchards
Many people harvest from these trees.
Even the growers exchange in the orchards.
I have in youth taken from their branches.
Walking in bare feet a midst in orchards
A many trees make up these flourishing orchards
Many people harvest from these trees.
Even the growers exchange in the orchards.
I have in youth taken from their branches.
But where and what shall I grow in these orchards?
What trees may I sprout that others may harvest
as they walk a midst in orchards?
What will God reap from me
when he enters the gates of the orchards?
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