I Had a Dream of Plowing…

I had a dream of plowing, of going up a hill
An endless furrow followed, with miles before me still.

Dark clouds were quickly mounting, loud thunder clapped around,
Yet the lamentations of my labor would be the utmost sound.

I plowed for ceaseless hours, getting almost to the top
I raised my head to look up and a vision made me stop…

Ahead on the horizon, stood a cross upon the hill
It said, I’ve plowed your way, yet you strive and tarry still…

And from the clouds of darkness, a light came piercing through,
Illuminating hope for the task I had to do.

My hands, so worn and calloused, let go of my old plow
And reached up to a Savior, who promised me this vow,

“Let go of all your burdens
And take my grip of grace,
I’ll heal the furrows of your heart
And glean the tears from off your face…”

Yes, I had a dream of plowing, going up a rugged hill…
But the message that was sown, I carry with me still.

Sharon Frye


artwork:photographic print by Aflo