He shall not always be threshing,
For this, too, shall have its end.
The sorrow, travail forgotten
‘Mid glories that shall transcend.
He’s treading upon the mountains,
His foot is upon the hills,
Subduing till all is leveled,
Low-lying valleys He fills.
His justice and judgment are blessings,
For victory is secure,
The dark night shall turn to dawning,
Mercy shall ever endure.
He’ll finish the work He started,
Hope anchored beyond the veil.
He shall not always be threshing,
His grace and love never fail.
Dew2: He Shall Not Always Be Threshing
Author: Ray Prinzing
Published: Jul 10, 1999
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