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Sower of the Seeds
by
Diane Beauton
Today, I planted all my seeds
Along a sunny hillside road
Then everyday I watered them
Awaiting them to grow
Some were quickly snatched away
By a flock of hungry crows
Some of them had sprouted roots
But couldn’t seem to grow
Others barely broke the ground
When stifled by the weeds
Some of them thrived and grew
Then dropped their hearty seeds
Of all the seeds I planted
Few of them survived
How sad I thought . . .
The others all had died
I nurtured them, I gave my best
They could not seem to grow
The soil was too hard for them,
The weeds would not let go.
In a dream the other night
The Father came to me
And this is what He had to say
As He spoke about the seeds
I too planted seeds of hope
In the hearts of men
I also waited by their sides
As I nurtured them
Not all of them could understand
And were swiftly, lead astray
Yet, some of them began to grow
But with hardship, fell away
Many grew, but not in strength
Earthly pleasures kept them weak
Still there are those, who understood,
Bore fruit, the hope they keep.
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