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The Blind Ploughman

by on June 5, 2014

Set my hand upon the plough,place my feet upon the sod
Turn my face toward the east and praise be to God
Ev’ry year the rain does fall, the seedlings turn and spring
Ev’ry year the spreading trees shelter birds that sing.

From the shelter of your heart, brother drive out sin
Let the little birds of faith come and nest therein
God,who made the sun to shine on both you and me
God,who took away my eyes- so that my soul might see!

Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall

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