How can I teach, or rightly preach
Against the world’s lie?
My sheep you herd, upon My word
You shall not go awry.
How can I know just where to go,
When all my footsteps stray?
My son, to Me, beneath the tree
I saw thee on thy way.
Now take up seeds in all thy deeds
And cast them on the ground.
Some Sow, some Reap, to feed my sheep
In this, thy faith is found.
But why, Oh Lord? What of my sword?
What of my mighty arm?
Thy given strength shall learn its length
When first you learn to farm
The high made low, one day shall know
The wisdom of this way.
Some Sow, some reap. Please feed my sheep
And cast thy seed today.
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