*thickets And Thorns Or Sweet Sweet Fruits Poem by C R Clark

Man is like a plot of land
That basks in God’s sunshine
Saturates itself in God’s rain
And nurtures life within itself
By means of natural laws
Which, incidentally, God made

Land that’s full of sand and rocks
That is left alone by man
Is never tilled and never worked
Cannot produce a good harvest
But only crops of tangled thickets
And rough and prickly thorns

But, if the rocks should be removed
And man should till the sod
Enrich the soil and plant his crops
God will send the sunshine and rain
And the same land will produce
A harvest of sweet, sweet fruits

A human life, when blessed by God
With a knowledge of Jesus Christ
Like a field of good seeds
It is a crop, planted by God
Whose harvest depends on
How well it is worked by man

Thickets and thorns or sweet sweet fruits
Each man, himself, must decide
A worldly life yields a worthless crop
While a life filled with Godly works
Yields a wonderful harvest
Whose lasting value can't be measured