A farmer sowed his precious seed
upon the path one day,
but when the birds came down for food
they snatched it all away.
O Father, may your word be sown
deep down within my heart,
so when the devil comes to tempt,
it never shall depart.

And some he scattered came to rest
on rocky, stony ground,
but when the sunshine scorched the plants
not one green shoot was found.
O Father, may your Word of life
take root within my heart,
so when perplexing trials come
it never shall depart.

And other seedlings landed where
thick brambles sharp with thorn
sprang up, extending far and wide,
and choked the tender corn.
O Father, may your Word of power
grow strong within my heart,
so when the world's distractions come
it never shall depart.

But, after all the farmer's toil,
a crop was brought to birth
as healthy plants grew up from seeds
that fell on fertile earth.
O Father, Lord of harvest, come,
your Spirit's grace impart:
and may your word for evermore
be fruitful in my heart.


Emma Turl
© Emma Turl, admin. The Jubilate Group
Metre / Suggested tune DCM / ELLACOMBE (Wurttenberg Gesangbuch); KINGSFOLD