I gave you my Word as a seed to plant
Into the heart of the lost and faint.
I tilled the ground and the seed was ready.
The soil was nourished, the rains came steady.
But fields lay barren, the harvest was scares.
The fruit was little – instead there grew tares.
I saw in dismay you were eating seeds,
As you sat in church – in comfortable seats.
Don’t be hiding your Light in a world that is dark.
Now go plant my Word! Go and leave my mark!
“Now the parable is this: The seed is the word of God.“
(Pictures and Poem by Heidi Viars, 2015)