Sowing the Word
The seed is the Word,
That sows as it's heard;
Planted on the way,
But some of them stray.
Some will fall on rock
No soil to lock;
Plus it is so dry,
They wither and die.
Satan comes along,
Twists all the words wrong;
In the thorns no fruit,
Since they cannot root.
The Word can get doubt,
As heard on the route;
While through this life,
In the midst of strife.
But hearty words grow,
Make the blessings flow;
Sown where it will root,
Good ground bearing fruit.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2008 Richard NewtonSherrer
Sowing the Word
|
|
|
©2000 - 2022, Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors. Visit My Home Page | Start Your Own Poetry Site | PoetryPoem [ Control Panel ] [ Today's Poetry - ALL Poets ] [ Search ]
|
|