Called to be Sowers

 

A farmer went out to work

Not caring where he sowed,

He flung the seed far and wide

In all the places it showed.

Some fell by the wayside

Some fell in the road

Some fell among thorns

But he sowed and he sowed.

Some fell on good ground

And bore much fruit

Having been nourished

From its roots to its shoots.

We are called to sow

Meaning those who believe,

We have been given the word

Which is the Gospel seed.

As spiritual farmers therefore

We must fling it far and wide,

Not a single person 

Must ever be denied.

We must not be partial

In our sowing of the word,

We must sow it everywhere

Even where it appears absurd.

By the wayside and on the bus

To whom we we trust and distrust,

In the calm and where there’s fuss

Spreading the word is a must.

Where we sit down to eat

Or where we take a sip

We must sow the word

By our life and with our lip.

Remember it is the word

Of God’s glorious kingdom

And we be sowers of His word

Until he comes.

Sowing in the morning

Sowing in the evening

Sowing with every opportunity

To the believing and unbelieving.

Sowing the word liberally

Not bogged down by outcomes

But doing the Master’s bidding

As He builds His kingdom.

Sowing in our little way

Handling the seed we can

But as much as anyone else

Being a part of God’s plan.

Sowing for the harvest

That one of these days will come,

Sowing for heaven 

And the return of God’s Son.

Bearing in our mind 

That we cannot save a soul

But we can lead him to the one

That can make him whole.

We can trust the Holy Spirit

To draw that one to God

Once we have been faithful

To sowing the word at home and abroad.

In the Bible we read 

God’s word won’t return void

So that when results are not visible

We shouldn’t be annoyed.

For more on this 

Read Matthew, Mark and Luke

And remember the word is eternal

And without disrepute.

So do the Master’s bidding

And propagate the word

Even in the places 

Where it might appear absurd.

Stewart Russell © May 2018