A point to ponder, a solution to find, never a lull for a curious mind.
I just can't quit thinking for a moment or two; I'm not all that mental; just need something to do.
Searching for answers; perhaps you would know; from what kind of seed does a Congregation grow?
How much like a garden is our Pastor's view; people in rows, pew after pew.
But something is wrong, all the rows are not filled; was the reason bad seed or the soil not tilled?
Is the ground without water, lifeless and dry; do we only sow more to watch it all die?
Are the tall plants now standing, healthy and well; is their fruit hanging heavy?...it's so hard to tell.
The wheat from the tares, the live from the dead; where he planted good seed; we find in its stead.
Spaces and gaps, bare spots galore; if we have no harvest, there's hard times in store.
What will the Lord say when crops are so lean?...I promised you Heaven; there's no in between.
You say that you trust me; Well! Where are the sheaves?..it's not much to show for one who believes.
My Word is the seed from which Churches grow; in good ground or bad, your task is to sow.
I'll send one to water, the increase is mine...just follow instructions; the crop will be fine.
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