Harvest of the Spirit #395

Harvest of the Spirit In this era's shadow, where values crumble, decay, A culture evolves, marching towards dismay. The city's cries, in Psalmist echoes, lay bare— Violence, destruction, a ubiquitous despair. Historic patterns of exclusion, tales retold, Sundown cities, ugly laws, discrimination bold. From past to present, the marginalized face Laws that criminalize poverty, a disgrace. Yet, amidst the darkness, a contrasting light, Jesus chose the outcast, in weakness, His might. A ragtag team, uneducated, society's fringe, In their emptiness, God's strength begins to hinge. Called to bear fruits of the Spirit, a divine appeal, Love, joy, peace, against the darkness, we wield. Patience, kindness, goodness, faith's gentle call, Gentleness, self-control, to uplift us all. This path of renewal, a challenge to our sight, To embrace vulnerability, in God's power, fight. A call to action, to love, to inclusively bind, Reflecting God’s love, leaving no one behind. As we sow seeds of compassion, let us start To cultivate a community with a loving heart. In unity and hope, our spirits entwine, Towards a future where divine grace shines. Written by Steven G. Lee (February 26, 2024)