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The Parable of the Growing Seed

A man casteth the seeds to the ground, he sleeps and rise, day and night as the seed grow and sprout, he knows not how, blade, ear, then full corn, knows to cut, harvest is here. *As scriptured. As is the kingdom of Heaven, we know naught how the seed grows, sprout, to a blade, an ear, to a full corn, whereto, we are powerless for it is done by the powers of the divine. We are given the knowledge of time to harvest and enjoy for that hast been put forth by the divine power of the kingdom of Heaven Date: 06/19/2019
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