
Wipe away fear. Prayer is rare.
Precious kin, a journey begins.
Plant the seed, God, we lean on,
His might, Lord of Glory divine,
to shine, the Holy Spirit-seek.
Do not compromise. Be pure of heart,
discern truth from deceit, teach them to know
the living God, not falsehoods sweet.
Explain the difference, between truth and lies,
Planting seeds, nourishing them with care,
Hope they grow, spreading branches-fair.
The fruit they’ll bear, surrounded by weeds,
In a world unfair, pray to the Lord,
with a fervent plea, send others,
to nurture the seed and may it grow
roots deep, strong branches,
with a purpose to keep, bearing fruit abundantly,
spreading the Word, as a testament to a living faith,
undisturbed. Turn from religion empty and weak,
Embrace God’s transformation, a life unique.
Be born again as a follower of Christ.
In His love and grace, eternally entwined.
The seed is planted, the foundation laid,
watered by prayers, not in vain.
May the truth take root with hearts renewed,
in a living relationship with God pursued.

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