MY HAND IS TO THE PLOUGH

Vicki Joy Anderson

My hand is to the plough

     no turning back.

Though I know not how to keep on going–

planting, tilling, reaping, sowing–

my hand is to the plough,

     no turning back.

My face is set like flint

     no turning back.

My soul shall sprint from all sins assailing–

bound, determined, firm, prevailing–

my face is set like flint,

     no turning back.

My eyes are on the prize

     no turning back.

And though all my friends despise and hate me–

provoke, antagonize, and bait me–

my eyes are on the prize

     no turning back.

My heart is set on Thee

     no turning back.

Idols–be gone! Be crushed down to powder!

Heart–beat on for Him–louder and louder!

My heart is set on Thee

     no turning back!