Poem
It started on the 3rd day,
When that Great Voice command and say;
The beauty of multiplication,
Revealed by God to every nation.
The parable of the sower gives us guidance,
Be careful of what you implant;
Scripted words are deceiving,
The seed of devotion is encouraging.
Learn from the past of ancient lust,
To testify in spite of trust;
Staring at your pointing finger,
Blindness will put you in danger.
The legacy and mockery,
Starts in seed so tiny;
The future of modern literary,
Revolving with uniform velocity.
The Parable of the Sower
Matthew 13
[1] That same day Jesus went out of the house and sat by the lake. [2] Such large crowds gathered around him that he got into a boat and sat in it, while all the people stood on the shore. [3] Then he told them many things in parables, saying: “A farmer went out to sow his seed. [4] As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up. [5] Some fell on rocky places, where it did not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow. [6] But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they withered because they had no root. [7] Other seed fell among thorns, which grew up and choked the plants. [8] Still other seed fell on good soil, where it produced a crop—a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown. [9] Whoever has ears, let them hear”.
The Beginning
Genesis 1:11
[11] Then God said, “Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it, according to their various kinds.” And it was so. [12] The land produced vegetation: plants bearing seed according to their kinds and trees bearing fruit with seed in it according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good. [13] And there was evening, and there was morning—the third day.
