Esther Greenfield
Esther Anne Greenfield is a poet, missionary, third-culture kid, and mother. She learned to walk and write poetry in East Africa, and she fell in love with her husband on a summer internship in West Africa. Today they live in North Africa, with the goal of sharing God's Word with least-reached people. Esther's writings are inspired by her life in Africa and her love for Jesus. She blogs at https://pilgrimpoetry.wordpress.com/.
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No Road Impassable
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They Laugh in the Floodwaters
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The Wait We Don’t Want
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O Come, All Ye Pilgrims
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Thursday Prayer Focus: Day of Fasting and Prayer
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Pray for Scripture Impact! The vision of Pioneer Bible Translators is transformed lives through God’s Word in every language. We desire to see churches us…
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Before the ends of the earth, there was an end. Before the Spirit came, the Savior left. And they waited — not looking at the sky …
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Before the ends of the earth, there was an end. Before the Spirit came, the Savior left. And they waited — not looking at the sky …
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Before the ends of the earth, there was an end. Before the Spirit came, the Savior left. And they waited — not looking at the sky …
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The Signal and the Strength: A Poem Inspired by Acts 1-2
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Before the ends of the earth, there was an end. Before the Spirit came, the Savior left. And they waited — not looking at the sky …
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Before the ends of the earth, there was an end. Before the Spirit came, the Savior left. And they waited — not looking at the sky …
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I send you out as sheep among the wolves, yet take no staff And bring no sturdy sandals for this steep and narrow path. You’ll be accused, yet make no plan in your defense to speak. You’ll hunger, yet your purse and plow and fields – behind yo…
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I send you out as sheep among the wolves, yet take no staff And bring no sturdy sandals for this steep and narrow path. You’ll be accused, yet make no plan in your defense to speak. You’ll hunger, yet your purse and plow and fields – behind yo…
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I send you out as sheep among the wolves, yet take no staff And bring no sturdy sandals for this steep and narrow path. You’ll be accused, yet make no plan in your defense to speak. You’ll hunger, yet your purse and plow and fields – behind yo…
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Sent Among Wolves
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I send you out as sheep among the wolves, yet take no staff And bring no sturdy sandals for this steep and narrow path. You’ll be accused, yet make no plan in your defense to speak. You’ll hunger, yet your purse and plow and fields – behind yo…
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I send you out as sheep among the wolves, yet take no staff And bring no sturdy sandals for this steep and narrow path. You’ll be accused, yet make no plan in your defense to speak. You’ll hunger, yet your purse and plow and fields – behind yo…
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I hate bugs. No, I’m not the kind of person who goes into hysterics every time I see a spider. I can usually keep my cool. But still — the sight of one gives me an unpleasant shudder and a wish to be somewhere far a…
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I hate bugs. No, I’m not the kind of person who goes into hysterics every time I see a spider. I can usually keep my cool. But still — the sight of one gives me an unpleasant shudder and a wish to be somewhere far a…
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I hate bugs. No, I’m not the kind of person who goes into hysterics every time I see a spider. I can usually keep my cool. But still — the sight of one gives me an unpleasant shudder and a wish to be somewhere far a…
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Where Moth and Rats Destroy
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I hate bugs. No, I’m not the kind of person who goes into hysterics every time I see a spider. I can usually keep my cool. But still — the sight of one gives me an unpleasant shudder and a wish to be somewhere far a…
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I hate bugs. No, I’m not the kind of person who goes into hysterics every time I see a spider. I can usually keep my cool. But still — the sight of one gives me an unpleasant shudder and a wish to be somewhere far a…
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This poem portrays a person wrestling with their calling, with the trials they’ve faced, and with the unknown trials ahead. Two different voices speak to the weary pilgrim: the voice of the Liar, our s…
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This poem portrays a person wrestling with their calling, with the trials they’ve faced, and with the unknown trials ahead. Two different voices speak to the weary pilgrim: the voice of the Liar, our s…
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This poem portrays a person wrestling with their calling, with the trials they’ve faced, and with the unknown trials ahead. Two different voices speak to the weary pilgrim: the voice of the Liar, our s…
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Pilgrim is Tempted to Turn Back
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This poem portrays a person wrestling with their calling, with the trials they’ve faced, and with the unknown trials ahead. Two different voices speak to the weary pilgrim: the voice of the Liar, our s…
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This poem portrays a person wrestling with their calling, with the trials they’ve faced, and with the unknown trials ahead. Two different voices speak to the weary pilgrim: the voice of the Liar, our s…
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The field behind our house looked like a lake, and every day we heard the squeals and laughter of village children enjoying a swim. It was rainy season, and the usua…
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The field behind our house looked like a lake, and every day we heard the squeals and laughter of village children enjoying a swim. It was rainy season, and the usua…
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The field behind our house looked like a lake, and every day we heard the squeals and laughter of village children enjoying a swim. It was rainy season, and the usua…
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Sorrow and Singing: A Story From North Africa
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The field behind our house looked like a lake, and every day we heard the squeals and laughter of village children enjoying a swim. It was rainy season, and the usua…
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The field behind our house looked like a lake, and every day we heard the squeals and laughter of village children enjoying a swim. It was rainy season, and the usua…
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