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The Sower.
A sower he went forth to sow
Why he went I do not know;
Scattered seeds here and there,
Where they fell he didn’t care.
Some they fell upon the road
Which you could see, as by you strode;
Birds came along and picked them up
And did enjoy them for their sup.
Some seed fell among the stones
Where ground was parched and dry as bones.
This seed shot, and then did wilt
For lack of moisture in the silt.
Some he scattered in the hedge
By other roots they seemed to wedge;
But the old they shot ahead
And choked the new seed in their bed.
But some fell where the ground was good
And sprang to life the best it could.
It’s feeding from the very best
Like loving God He does the rest.
Don Walker.
