The parable of parables;
Made known to His disciples.
A secret truth most notable;
A message that’s unfashionable.
With ears to hear, let us hear;
We can’t afford to be cavalier.
A farmer sows his precious seed;
He casts it forth – a righteous deed.
His task complete, he played his part;
The gospel now has reached the heart.
Time will tell the real convert;
No turning back, He’ll not revert.
Some seed has fallen on the street;
Trampled by the busy feet.
The Devil’s birds do confiscate
The seed before it germinates.
Truth is snatched and seized today;
On wings of doubt it flies away.
Some seed is in the rocky ground;
It has no root, nor moisture found.
It grows with joy, but withers fast;
When trials come it cannot last.
Beneath the surface lies a flaw
This stillborn child is made of straw.
Some seed was sown amongst the thorns;
Fruitless and barren, a life forlorn.
The barbs emerge and suffocate;
Cares and riches strangulate.
A promising start but soon deceived;
Gospel truth not really believed.
Some seed was sown in fertile soil;
This heart believed without recoil.
The saving proof: enduring fruit;
Rooted in the Penal Substitute.
A thriving harvest, plain to see
Spreads throughout eternity.
~ Written by Daniel Kriss, November 13, 2019
Having read this parable in Mark 4:1-20 and pondering the many who have made professions of faith over the years but have since “fallen away”.