The farmer has his seeds of faith,
His land is ready now
And so he takes what God once gave,
The harvest to endow...
The seeds are scattered left and right,
In hopes that they grow strong,
Enough to face each day and night,
Right there where they belong...
The land obeys its destiny,
Its purpose to fulfil,
With patience and expectancy
According to God's will...
The seed takes root beyond its form,
It stretches near and far,
Beneath the sunshine bright and warm,
Beneath each twinkling star...
The moon has phases all its own,
Yet soon night's darkness dims
And all this time each seed has grown
As if it's growing limbs...
You may not understand it all,
And yet, right there's the proof,
The process shows God's miracle,
For faith relies on truth...
Else why would farmers scatter seed,
If not for some reward?
By faith in God they stand agreed
Because they trust the Lord...
It's their example we commend,
And so we do our part
And pray for blessings God will send
To each and every heart...
Who knows the blessings wrought by prayer
By each evangelist?
We only hope God's love we share
While seeds of faith persist...
Denis Martindale, copyright August 2014.
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