Jesus told of a certain man
who planted seeds in his land.
Some seeds were seen where they lay
by birds that came and ate them away.
Some fell where they had not much earth
and sprung up, but water was dearth.
when the sun came up they were dried,
and without much root, they died.
And some seeds fell among the weeds
the weeds sprung up and choked those seeds.
but others fell into good ground,
and brought forth the best fruit around.
The seeds are your testimony of God and his word.
The birds are evil people who change what you heard.
The shallow earth is the tribulation that is brought,
and without good root your testimony is naught.
The weeds are temptations of riches and power
that give your testimony no support or bower.
The good ground is the nourishment of friends and God's word.
The fruit is good deeds by your testimony stirred.
Whatsoever ye sow, So shall ye reap, And whatever you grow, you get to keep! (But do not be too slow, Or you'll have cause to weep!)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice retelling of the parable. I have a poem called The field is the world. Maybe I'll post it. It was up before but nobody got it.