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He will harvest the wheat into the barns, a kingdom earned by love. Love, nourishing the grain which has found good soil. ~ He will separate the weeds without harming the wheat and stoke the flames of the furnace, fires never quenched. ~ Weeds grown beside the wheat, influencing life, body and spirit, yielding nothing of value, or heavenly peace. ~ He will harvest the hearts open to Him and close the barn doors on those who chose to be ignorant of His name. copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

Weeds that grow up among the wheat, choking the goodness the soil has to offer, pushing aside the grain planted by the sower of souls. Weeds reaching for the glory destined for the good seed, the bright orb that nourishes the bounty of the intended  harvest. Weeds trying to imitate wheat, pulled from the soil when the time is ripe, separated in rustic barns by the workers and tossed into the flames.  copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author From the Collection;  From Capernaum to Emmaus