Through The Field Of Wheat

  • His Way

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    So hopeful was IThat I started to tryTo live in a meaningful way A new impressionBut my old obsessionWas hedging up my way Spiritually decayedMy focus did fadeAnd I was feeling inevitable despair Good people are nearSo don’t disappearGo to church and mend and repair The trouble with meIs that…

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  • I Smiled and Gladly Partook

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    A multitude of peopleWalking this barren fieldI hear a loud number of voices Confused at what’s happeningI’m looking around wonderingWhy there are two choices One going towards the loud voicesAnother going towards a bright lightThere’s so many people I can’t see ahead I’m walking forward with everyoneSome wander some strange…

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  • Let the Wind Remind You

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    Closed the door behind meWalking down the quiet streetOvercast skies welcome the coolAnd the pavement meets my feet SWAG II is ringing in my earsForgot my bottle of waterFeeling the slow burning and achesKnowing its all worth it for her Introspective thoughts pondering“In my head it should’ve been easy”Sings Justin…

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  • The Master of the Vineyard Asks

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    Fig trees sprouts leavesBut doesn’t bear fruitHe curses that fiendThat has corrupt roots She had served proudlyBut forgot the purposeNo nourishment of seedMeant a barren surface The Lord understandsEver so IntimatelyBeyond the vain thoughtsOf the bond and free He asks to Trust in HimYour whole entire soulLeant on his rockWhy?…

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  • Sundays in Samoa

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    Tapuele’ele arrayed like the Garden of EdenThe rooster cries the end of wet seasonI watch the sunrise kissing mount VaiolaTouching my face with her warm talofa Running home I smell the smoke of the umuMy small feet running, today is lotuMy brothers playing with his red balloonHis laughter melodies his…

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  • The Message

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    My soul hungers to be filledYet I do not know where to goWho to seek, Where to growTossing spiritually to and fro I walk sullenly, down the streetPlease help my heart yearnsSuddenly I feel my chest burns“Hello sir” my head lifts and turns Two men standing, looking at meLooking, my…

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  • To My Friends

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    Prophets foretold of me,Of the day I would come I came to do the Fathers Will,For I am His Beloved Son. I ministered among you,Placed mud on a blind man eyes So miracles could be wrought,And blessings behold them who tries. I was among you, always,Even now I am near…

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  • Invitations from The Well

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    Life had not been on her side Shunned from her community She waits until the heat of the day To fill her waterpots made of clay Jacobs well had filled many pots Quenched many athirst Who is this man who sits at the well And tells her to give him…

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I’m Pule

Welcome to Through The Field of Wheat, my little nook where I like to creative write all things relative to the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Some are inspired by my own life, by accounts in the scriptures or creatively written on my own. Enjoy

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