He Who Has Ears
While a large crowd was gathering and people were coming to Jesus from town after town, he told this parable: "A farmer went out to sow his seed. As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path; it was trampled on, and the birds of the air ate it up. Some fell on rock, and when it came up, the plants withered because they had no moisture. Other seed fell among thorns, which grew up with it and choked the plants. Still other seed fell on good soil. It came up and yielded a crop, a hundred times more than was sown."
When he said this, he called out, "He who has ears to hear, let him hear."Luke 8:5-8
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Worth Loving For
Through victory and tragedyWe can find the very bestWith selfish hearts and greedy waysWe must contend with all that’s left Our hearts search the arid placesFinding sorrow and despairOften stumbling through the forest treesWe must contend with the tiger and bear Yet one day we surely discoverSomething worth living forA purpose that drives and consumes usPushing towards something moreWith passion and pride we pursue itBut pain and heartache subdue usUntil we’re not living anymore Then our hearts align with justiceOur eyes opened to the widow and slaveWe rush to bring the promise of hopeBut push aside the pitied and depraved On that day we surely discoverSomething worth fighting forA purpose…
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I Was There
I was there in the garden early that dayTo bring you and your companions to courtWhen the one you called “friend” had kissed your cheekI wondered what I was really there for I was there when they brought you before the governorWhen they said you claimed to be a kingBut I saw in your eyes there was something moreA strange but wonderful thing
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It Was Me
Luke 22:47-23:34 I watched him in the garden Greet his friend there with a kiss Silent as he was led away Though the soldiers had much to say Against him I watched him in the courtyard Afraid they’d take him too With fear he denied he was a friend On his courage he could not depend Anymore I watched them in the temple courts As they accused and lied and screamed They cursed him for all the right he’d done I watched them as they beat him And put thorns upon his head “Crucify Him! He says he’s his father’s son!” I watched them as they led him Up the…
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Scattered Truth
Luke 8:4-15 It gets tossed along the busy streets Where every kind of bird and insect feed Trampled underfoot and turned to dust The hungry find their fill Yet they remain unsatisfied It often lands upon the gravel road A place that’s rough where the rain hardly falls There’s no place for the roots to grow The child finds the sugar It’s sweet but does not endure Sometimes it’s forced to grow among the shadows Of the prickly-pear or the thorns of a pretty rose Cut off by the others growing there It starves for attention And silently passes away But once in awhile it falls in a lovely place…
