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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Parable of the Seed “10 He said, “The knowledge of the secrets of the kingdom of God has been given to you, but to others I speak in parables, so that, “‘though seeing, they may not see; though hearing, they may not understand.’11 “This is the meaning of the parable: The seed is the word of God. 12 Those along the path are the ones who hear, and then the devil comes and takes away the word from their hearts, so that they may not believe and be saved.” Luke 8:10-12 NIV We are the soil, and God’s Word the seed— God is the farmer of the field. The birds of the air is Satan and his host, To whom the wicked yield. When the seed falls on stony ground, It withers in the sun and dies. But when it falls on healthy soil, On the Lord, it continually relies. Good seeds are the Children of the Kingdom; Weeds belong to the wicked one. God’s seed represents His words of truth; The weeds God’s truth have shun. Let’s be like the soil of the mustard seed And produce a tree of might. When the birds lodge in its shadows, They cannot destroy with blight. The Word of God is a mighty seed, When spoken and when read; Mightier than many tall trees, Where the ‘birds of the air’ have bed. When we submit to the ‘farmer’, And devour His precious truth seed; Allow Him to tend and water us, With heaven we’ll be agreed. So when the Word of God is spoken And truth absorbed with great delight, The soil [saints] will prosper and flourish— Of wickedness lose sight. But when seed falls on the pathway, That’s trodden down by time, The heart is not receptive; Has no desire for truth divine. © Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com
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