Tune: Sandys
('Teach me, my God and King')
Luke 8 v.4-15 parts
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Lord, teach me, heart and mind
Humble may you me find
To sow your seed, your word, on ground
Which suitable be found
Though some seeds by way side
The devil does not hide
But like birds snatches seed away
No growth, progress today
And some seeds fell on rock
Such not last troubles, shock
But believe a while, but no roots
Produce, so no fine shoots
And seeds that fell midst thorns
When pleasures, riches dawn
And cares of this life, distracted
They bear poor fruit, 'tis said
But the seeds on good ground
Where honest, good heart found
Such having heard the word it keep
They rooted in soil deep
And they do good fruit bring
Forth, pleasing in each thing
With patience, e'en to hundred fold
Or sixty [fold], thirty [fold] told
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Author:
orchidee (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 6.6.6.8.6. format.
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Comments3
We are not the seeds. The seed is the word of God. We are the soil types.
May those seeds always bring love and wonder to our lives Orchi.
Andy
Thanks Gold.
Seeds and soil, such a beautiful analogy of that reciprocal relationship. Can't have one without the other.
Thanks Bella. There's the old primary school thing - growing mustard and cress seeds on damp blotting paper. Your day and age?!
I've never heard of that growing technique, but it's intriguing. I've seen folks grow plants in bales of hay. Nature finds a way, it's meant to be.
I just gotta check our compost heap. Sometimes things appear from there! lol.
Funny you should mention that. When I was a kid my mom kept a compost heap, and I marveled at the veggies that would spring from various seeded vegetables she'd throw in as scraps. Amazing!
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