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From Matthew 13:1-9

Farmer--plants seed

Scattered on the ground

Seeds fell on the path

Seeds birds ate

Seeds in rocks--not enough soil.

Seeds sprouted among thorns--too overcrowded

Good soil--crops 30-100 times than what was planted


The farmer plants in good soil--

No birds ate the seed you were

No rocks stunted your reaching roots

No sun damaged your first green tendril

No thorns crowded you.

No, he tended to you.

Birthed in the ground, stretching towards light, soaking life-water.

A new you--by the good farmer's power

He beckoned: "Abide in me." And, "I am the vine--you are the branches."

The new you produces thirty to a hundred times more than the one, unique you he planted!

To the farmer who produced a new you: "Glory!"




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