A farmer went out in the fields for to sow,
He hopes for a nice set of crops to grow;
As he sowed some fell along the wayside,
There were a flock of crows that did abide;
The birds devoured them quickly to feast,
Afterwards none were left to say the least;
Some seed fell upon very rocky ground,
Where there was not much dirt around;
Still was able to grow without much root,
But not strong enough to bear any fruit;
Then as the sun started beating down,
They were scorched and turned brown;
Into the thorns fell some of the seeds,
But choked while growing in the weeds;
Still other seed fell upon the fertile soil,
And rooting and growing was less toil;
Such a beautiful sight to see the field,
With such a crop with an abundant yield;
Ask yourself where your seeds been sown,
It'll be fertile ground if your sins atone.