Yielding Grain

Mark 4:3-8

The farmer went out into the field to sow,
As he planted, some seed fell off the row;
The birds came and devoured the seeds,
Some more fell in the rocks by the weeds;
The soil was very poor among the rocks,
It sprang up fast, but very flimsy stalks;
Since there was no real depth to that dirt,
The rising sun caused the growing to avert;
With no root it just merely withered away,
The plant just died and was left to decay;
Still more seed fell in amongst the thorn,
The thorns overgrew as the seed were scorn;
They were unable to grow or yield any grain,
For the thorns also drank all of the rain;
Other seeds fell onto some fertile ground,
Brought forth a yield that really to abound;
Growing up and increasing what I am told,
Yielding as much as thirty and sixty fold;
The moral of the story's really quite plain,
What kind of soil are you in yielding grain?

Richard Newton Sherrer

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