He walks the furrowed rows of earth
Scattering his seed
Working all alone
Against the dust and the heat
Looking to the distance
And the acres left to sow
Hoping for a harvest
In each handful he throws

Some will fall along the pathway
Where the root will not take
Some the birds will steal
Some will fall into the good ground
And flourish in the life found
In a welcome field

The Father sows His Word
Like a farmer sows his seed
It falls where hearts are hardened
And gets choked by the weeds
In places it will blossom
And a crop of life will start
If the seeds of truth
Are planted deep in the heart

Some will fall along the pathway
Where the root will not take
Some the birds will steal
Some will fall into the good ground
And flourish in the life found
In a welcome field
Some will fall along the pathway
Where the root will not take
Some the birds will steal
Some will fall into the good ground
And flourish in the life found
In a welcome field