The Prayerful Sower
(based on The Parable of the Sower, Mark 4:3–20)
The sower scatters countless seeds
And each is at the wind's behest;
Some perish in a rocky cleft
Of soil and nurturing sun bereft,
While some the birds ingest.
As Jesus' acolytes we long
To plant and propagate His Seed;
Yet oft' our efforts take no root,
They lie, exposed, and bear no fruit
Or thorns their growth impede.
The Saviour we must supplicate
To see our modest efforts thrive;
Desire alone will not suffice
For Satan lover to lure, entice,
Our downfalls to contrive.
But once we voice our fervid plea,
Against the foe our Lord contends;
Our halting prayers he sanctifies,
Our dwindling legions multiplies,
And Satan's power forfends.
With Jesus as our Husbandman,
We realize a yield untold;
Our seed is sown in fecund ground
And benefits divine redound—
We reap a hundredfold.
(based on The Parable of the Sower, Mark 4:3–20)
The sower scatters countless seeds
And each is at the wind's behest;
Some perish in a rocky cleft
Of soil and nurturing sun bereft,
While some the birds ingest.
As Jesus' acolytes we long
To plant and propagate His Seed;
Yet oft' our efforts take no root,
They lie, exposed, and bear no fruit
Or thorns their growth impede.
The Saviour we must supplicate
To see our modest efforts thrive;
Desire alone will not suffice
For Satan lover to lure, entice,
Our downfalls to contrive.
But once we voice our fervid plea,
Against the foe our Lord contends;
Our halting prayers he sanctifies,
Our dwindling legions multiplies,
And Satan's power forfends.
With Jesus as our Husbandman,
We realize a yield untold;
Our seed is sown in fecund ground
And benefits divine redound—
We reap a hundredfold.