Here is a piece of poetry inspired by Luke 8:4-15. I wrote this as I was studying for my upcoming sermon that I will be preaching on Sunday, October 24th, 2021, on this passage. The stories that our Savior told, unlike sweet scripts from modern fold those pictures that our preachers mold, parables will do a thing more bold. Good preachers like to make it clear, but Jesus would those secrets steer only to hearts that have an ear: parables are heard by those who hear. Sown seed: God's Word, so rest assured a heart that's hard is what's referred when on trodden path lands the word, parables are snatched up by a bird. To stony ground some seed will fly start quickly, growing toward the sky no root is there so by and by parables in shallow hearts will die. On thorny ground with weeds in play overgrown lusts put on display with other loves fed day by day parables will soon get choked away But many seeds land in good soil take root and grow without recoil the sower cares not for ...