Watering My Seed
At my pious avowal, my seed was sown.
A new vision, my liege Lord's race is known.
Century said he'd lived earlier to lead
Believers on how to water the seed;
and gather more fruits for the barn he build.
Some will fall on thorns or stones; better a field
To receive a hundred fold increase, lest
I'm bereft of my bounty soul harvest.
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