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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