The Parable

- Road - I was scattered along the edge of the road             exposed and unwanted, persevering             I endeavored to protect my                         Indwelling potential in vain             I prayed for a wind to wash me                         onto good ground instead             I was trampled                         trod upon                                     devoured I was snatched away! I never shared the beauty that I contained. - Rocks - I fell among the rocks, their stony visages foreboded, I sprang up with youthful joy, but no depth of earth to cling to, The sun tortured…I thirsted, tapping the rock…was futile, I cried soundless lamentations…with withered roots, and scorched palms, Temptations found me and I never looked back…I just stumbled. - Weeds - I dropped from the flowers into the weeds stretched to heaven the thorns followed me worried about deceptions of wealth my thorns (concerns) choked my waning health too engrossed with myself to spread roots never matured enough to bear fruit                                     - Good Ground -                             I was sown into fertile ground,                   My roots dug deep where moisture is found,                 I patiently produced each root, leaf, and flower,                The abounding nutrients supplied me with power,                     Flowers, fruit, and seed one hundredfold,                        I heard it, I kept it, the truth was told.