The Seedsman Of Faith - Poem by Akinbile Gabriel

Sowing the seed of living word is mine
;
Father decides whether seedling or vine.
When across the seedbed, I bend to seed;
When little and sound faith, holding my creed,
My burden duty being the Father's yen
Upon granting with blessed dew, my glen.

Pleading with Father, for thriving showers
Upon the seed to sprinkle, till last hours.

Such grace from above; overflow like brume,
But each seedful decay that neither bloom,
Like vain sowing of ever best of waste:
Seeding by sower alone, grows ungraced;
Either power or sudor can't prosper
The reaching word that rouses the lost with myrrh.

Pleading with Father, for thriving showers
Upon the seed to sprinkle, till last hours.

Except by the Lord, watered the seed of faith
None stray may prevail a fief of unfaith;
Nor the lost beneath the shadow of dread,
Without life-saving hand when dew outspread
.
Sower, but a simply wasteful seedsman
Until harvest defines fruitful seedsman.

Pleading with Father, for thriving showers
Upon the seed to sprinkle, till last hours.

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