The Sower
The Sower *
Written; By Tom Wright
7/28/00
Behold, there went forth a sower
he sowed through mid day heat.
Some seed fell by the wayside,
which the fowls of the air did eat.
He saw some fall on stony ground
where was no depth of earth.
At sun up they withered and scorched
having no root to sustain their birth.
Still other fell among the thorns,
and soon choked, giving forth no yield.
The thorns allowed no fruit
from this place in the sower's field.
But other fell on good ground
Bringing forth thirty, sixty, and hundred fold
Which kind of seed have you been?
For our Lord have you been bold?
* Mark 4 : 3-8
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2015
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