The Kingdom’s Song
A sower went out, his seeds to throw,
Some found the soil where roots could grow.
Yet weeds arose, and choked the land,
But wheat still bloomed by the Father’s hand.
The mustard seed, so small, yet wide,
Became a tree where birds could hide.
Like yeast that works through all the dough,
The Kingdom spreads where hearts will grow.
A hidden treasure, a pearl so rare,
Worth all we own, beyond compare.
A net will gather, far and wide,
The good kept safe, the rest aside.
A lamp must shine, not hide away,
The wise will build on rock each day.
New wine needs skins both fresh and strong,
Count the cost to walk along.
Two debtors freed by mercy’s call,
A stranger helps, though not kin at all.
Forgive as you have been set free,
For grace runs deep as the endless sea.
Pray like one who will not rest,
The widow’s cry, the friend’s request.
Come humbly, not with prideful tone,
For God lifts the low alone.
Be rich toward God, not barns of gold,
Be watchful till the night grows old.
Be watchful till the night grows old.
Faithful servants guard the door,
Wise with all God’s given store.
One sheep is found, one coin reclaimed,
A son comes home, no longer shamed.
The feast is spread, the call is sent,
But few will come with hearts to repent.
When day will dawn and Judge will stand,
The sheep and goats at His command
The Kingdom’s truth is plain to see:
Live in love, and follow Him.