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Where the Seed Fell (The Thorns)
The timing was great, the season was right
The conditions were perfect, temperature and light
The ground had been troubled for so long now
It needed to be harvested some way, some how
Along comes this farmer with go seed to sow
He prepared his seed and began to throw
The winds began to blow, the dust began to swarm
And some of the seed fell among the thorns
The seed was good no doubt about that
But the thorns were about to hold the growth back
Like the man who receives the Word of God in his heart
But allows the worlds view to rip it apart
The opinions of friends, the great paper chase
The pursuit of a career, or the beautiful face
Material gain took all precedence
And the Seed that began to grow is now past tense
So like the soil that sits barren and dry
The only water in his life is the tears in his eyes
As for the things for which he labored all day
These things will all be burned away
The seed that was once thrown from the farmers hand
Would have produced the only fruit the will stand
The farmer will return one day to sow
Next time allow the seeds to grow
J. Moore
6/04/2012
The conditions were perfect, temperature and light
The ground had been troubled for so long now
It needed to be harvested some way, some how
Along comes this farmer with go seed to sow
He prepared his seed and began to throw
The winds began to blow, the dust began to swarm
And some of the seed fell among the thorns
The seed was good no doubt about that
But the thorns were about to hold the growth back
Like the man who receives the Word of God in his heart
But allows the worlds view to rip it apart
The opinions of friends, the great paper chase
The pursuit of a career, or the beautiful face
Material gain took all precedence
And the Seed that began to grow is now past tense
So like the soil that sits barren and dry
The only water in his life is the tears in his eyes
As for the things for which he labored all day
These things will all be burned away
The seed that was once thrown from the farmers hand
Would have produced the only fruit the will stand
The farmer will return one day to sow
Next time allow the seeds to grow
J. Moore
6/04/2012
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Where the Seed Fell (The Thorns)
Where the Seed Fell (The Thorns)