Clean Barns Don’t Feed the Land

Where there's no ox, the barn is clean. No dust,

no dirt on the floor. But where the work is really done,

there's hay and mud and more. I wanted walls without a mark. A life that

always shined. But You were building something strong. No untried gold left unrefined.

You don't judge the picture by the mess along the way. So if my

life feels like a mess then maybe that's okay. Much increase comes through faithfulness along

the narrow way. You're not afraid of broken ground or dirt upon my hands of

clay. You're growing something glory bound. I don't need to understand to