You and I

let us richly grow the word deep in the hearts of the world our being the ripened seed of seen planted in wide acceptance therein to bloom the one, his come and call in fruitful yields he longs of all not microphones tilling tares across of sundays' spill in sows of dross much sowing, much growing, what is to see? dread dirtiness in laughs of hurt mockery so, let's sow ourselves true of the word and what true change come upon the world