The Seed

branded wire, faces, skull & matches
A seed was planted by a farmer's bag
onto the fertile soil
in time a seed would spring up

colors of vast formation
a sequence of order
the land was filtered from it's debris
a vortex of fertilizer

In the same sense God has planted his word
richly for all to hear
we must be willing to apply it to are hearts
faith without works is dead

one needs a heart saturated with truth
in order to stand the true test of time
some search for truth out of a garbage bag
others frolic in the ambiance of the moment

we need to lean on each other
to show us the way to go home
pilgrim's progress
biblical truth not to be compromised

many seek self to please
be humble enough to fall on your knees
we shouldn't do as we please
they exchange truth for a lie

does all of this come at a big surprise
stop listening to Satan's evil lies
trust in the Lord with all your heart
shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning plow

This poem is about: 
My country

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