<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421596" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Borrowed Axe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The prophets sons, in time of old,<br>Though to appearance poor;<br>Were rich without possessing gold,<br>And honoured, though obscure. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In peace their daily bread they eat,<br>By honest labor earned;<br>While daily at Elisha's feet,<br>They grace and wisdom learned. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The prophet's presence cheered their toil,<br>They watched the words he spoke;<br>Whether they turned the furrowed soil,<br>Or felled the spreading oak. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once as they listened to his theme,<br>Their conference was stopped;<br>For one beneath the yielding stream,<br>A borrowed axe had dropped. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! it was not mine, he said,<br>How shall I make it good?<br>Elisha heard, and when he prayed,<br>The iron swam like wood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If God, in such a small affair,<br>A miracle performs;<br>It shows his condescending care<br>Of poor unworthy worms. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though kings and nations in his view<br>Are but as motes and dust;<br>His eye and ear are fixed on you,<br>Who in his mercy trust. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not one concern of ours is small,<br>If we belong to him;<br>To teach us this, the Lord of all,<br>Once made the iron swim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Newton">John Newton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421596" data-title="The Borrowed Axe de John Newton" data-description="The prophets sons, in time of old, Though to appearance poor; Were rich without possessing gold, And honoured, though obscure. In peace their daily bread they eat, By honest labor earned; While daily at Elisha's feet, They grace and wisdom learn..."></div> </div> </div>

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