Michael Card
Michael Card - The Service Of The Sod songtekst
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First the grain, and then the blade- The one destroyed, the other made; So Life, by Death the reaper cast to earth Shall rise again at last; For 't is the service of the sod To render God the things of God. (F.F. Brown quoting Tabb "Earth's Tribute") The seed is scattered, it is sown It has power of it's own The Sower casts it all around It falls upon the fallow ground The sower sows in faithful toil Some on rocky, shallow soil Some eaten by the birds that swarm Some is withered, choked by thorns The seed remains the same With the mystery of the power it contains What produces fruit for God Is the service of the sod Know the kingdom's come to you If you have ears to hear the truth If you have eyes that you might see You are the soil meant for the seed The seed remains the same With the mystery of the power it contains What produces fruit for God Is the service of the sod The seed remains the same With the mystery of the power it contains What produces fruit for God Is the service of the sod The mystery of the seed remains It is so small and self-contained The sower need not ascertain And though he sleeps, produces grain