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Weeds Of Seeds
Three years ago began a trip toward lands to me unknown
This trip began by chopping down the weeds of seeds I'd sown
These weeds of seeds and sinful deeds had left me lost and cold
So I lost my life, forgot the strife, and left for lands untold
Now along this journey, the road forked many ways
Sometimes I'd make the wrong choice, and camp out there for days
Then pack my bags of filthy rags, go back and try again
I need some sort of map to read, a guide, or just a friend.
Sometimes I'd ask directions, from someone strange to me.
But then they'd ask for money; I thought advice was free
Silver or gold, I had none, so on my way I went
Another fork, another choice, now right back in my tent.
I keep on pushing somewhere, the place I do not know
I've heard some others talk of it, where milk and honey flow
I wish I had a partner, someone to act as guide
I cannot make this trip alone, I'm weak and petrified
But wait, what's that I see ahead? It looks like some strange book
With great anticipation, I decide to take a look
What in the world does this book say, I thought with my first peek
I cannot comprehend this book, the words they must be Greek.
I cannot use this little book. I need some sort of map
Now tired and exhausted I reclined and took a nap
But in my sleep I had a dream and then I heard this voice
It said that book, it is your map, but you must make the choice
Instantly I sprang awake and jumped up to my feet
I grabbed the book, and flipped a page, and then began to read
The page was titled Proverbs, the chapter labeled three
Then in verse five it came alive, this book it spoke to me
It said that you must trust in me, no need to understand
I'll guide your way, with every day, reach out and take my hand
Wow! I can't believe this, this little book can speak.
It said I'll give you what you need, just make it Me you seek.
I'm still upon this journey, of this I'm proud to say
I know I wont get lost again, this book, it leads my way
And now my destination is of less concern to me
As long as this book guides me, then I know I will be free
Friends this little message is not far from my life
Have weeds of seeds been choking you? Is your life filled with strife?
Then my friends I say to you, chop down those weeds of sin
Take this book, no second look, and let your life begin!
By: Michael Moore |
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