By Charles G. Ramsey
I
bought myself a pack of seeds,
To grace my garden fair,
And stuck them in my pocket.
For months they waited there.
To grace my garden fair,
And stuck them in my pocket.
For months they waited there.
And
when the time had come to see
The flower's lovely face,
I thought it strange that only weeds
Were growing in their place.
The flower's lovely face,
I thought it strange that only weeds
Were growing in their place.
How
foolish then, oh Christian man,
God's Word, you have indeed.
You carry it or hide it
But do not plant the seed.
God's Word, you have indeed.
You carry it or hide it
But do not plant the seed.
No
fruit there grows in garden fair,
Unless the seed you sow.
For you the Word of God must plant,
Then God will make it grow.
Unless the seed you sow.
For you the Word of God must plant,
Then God will make it grow.
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