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Every seed contains its own power
To grow. The Word of God is a seed.
Soil preparation is the farmer's responsibility--
Neat rows are not required. Scatter
Words as seeds--on pathways, beside
The road, among other plants, on fertile
Soil. Wait! Sun, water, sprout, scatter:
Seeds are words, birds watch pathways,
Weeds may pose as the entertainment
Industry or entwine the purchase
Made with a credit card. Rocks
Make good incubators but bad
Greenhouses. Don't pull weeds, but
let them grow up with the good plant
Otherwise the good plant may be pulled
Up with the bad. A plant hears the lull
Or is one who hears the Word with
A certain kind of dirt. "Dirt don't hurt,"
Is the hope of the farmer, who longs
For sweet fruit with a long shelf life;
Fruit grown from vine grafts into a person
Who is the Word, Who is the tiny seed
One can put faith in, placed in the dirt,
That makes a mountain movable,
That sinister birds snatch. Who is
The farmer? What crop is planted?
Who tends the fields? What size tree
grows from that microscopic seed?
Whose Word seeds whose unpredictable
soil? Does one need to know how to read?
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