My Master's Seeds

My Master's Seeds

My Master took seeds
Scattered them around
He watched from above
As they fluttered down

Some went by the wayside
Some fell in stony sand
Some hid among the thorns
Some landed in fertile land

Then along came the enemy
Sowing seeds among the wheat
Trying to destroy the Master
By sowing seeds of deceit

When it’s time to harvest
The wheat from the thorns
God will destroy the weeds
Or so the Master warns

I hope I am a seed
From the fertile ground
I pray I let God’s spirit
Shine brightly all around

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