In a special Sunday service,
With all hearts in one accord,
Four people stepped to the altar,
And they came to know the Lord.
And within the new believers,
All of whom knelt in a row,
Was planted inside a tiny seed,
That the Master did lovingly sow.
We four believers left the Church,
Our hearts were filled with joy!
We wished to spread the Word of God,
To every man, woman, girl and boy.
We each went our separate ways,
To the four corners of the nation.
Each wishing to grow our seed,
And to build upon our salvation.
The first believer was all charged up,
He displayed his faith with pride.
But he kept his seed on the surface:
There’s no need to keep it inside!
The reckless Christian traveled a path,
The road that the evil one was on.
Carelessly, he dropped his guard,
And soon his seed was gone.
The second believer fed his seed,
And used the Word to make it sprout.
But he didn’t account for the trials,
Or the growth it brought about.
Persecution wore him down,
And blocked off any root.
His seed never got past the rocks,
So he gave his faith the boot.
The third believer’s faith dug in deep,
A fine sprout emerged from his seed.
But while he was tending to his growth,
He forgot to look out for the weeds.
Although he had a healthy plant,
And a long, extending root.
He let wealth and worries crowd his life,
Which choked off any fruit.
The fourth believer understood the cost,
Of what it took to follow the Master.
In living the life that God desires,
The new Christian staved off disaster.
Though he lived through both good and bad,
His faith flourished and became fully grown.