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Where the Seed Fell (Good Ground)
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 blew and the seed did spread
But this time it landed on good ground instead
The roots grew deep and the tree grew tall
The storm roared in rage but the tree did not fall
Its branches spread wide to provide shelter and shade
And the fruit was the sweetest and largest ever made
As the tree continues to grow strong
The seed from it's fruit still lives on
So is the man who from the very start
Hides the Word of God in his heart
He esteems it more precious the gold
And heeds the Words from the prophets of old
He is blessed in the city, blessed in the field
No barn can hold the fruit his life yields
Some 30 , some 60, and some even a hundred fold
The true riches from his harvest cannot be told
All that he has is blessed of the Lord
And there is nothing on this earth that He can't afford
Blessed is his wife, his sons, and his daughters
He is a tree planted by the waters
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 blew and the seed did spread
But this time it landed on good ground instead
The roots grew deep and the tree grew tall
The storm roared in rage but the tree did not fall
Its branches spread wide to provide shelter and shade
And the fruit was the sweetest and largest ever made
As the tree continues to grow strong
The seed from it's fruit still lives on
So is the man who from the very start
Hides the Word of God in his heart
He esteems it more precious the gold
And heeds the Words from the prophets of old
He is blessed in the city, blessed in the field
No barn can hold the fruit his life yields
Some 30 , some 60, and some even a hundred fold
The true riches from his harvest cannot be told
All that he has is blessed of the Lord
And there is nothing on this earth that He can't afford
Blessed is his wife, his sons, and his daughters
He is a tree planted by the waters
J. Moore
6/04/2012
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Where the Seed Fell (Good Ground)
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