To siblings in the faith who fear their seeds
of love may not be heard or gone astray:
Take heart; like me, I know your hearts do bleed
yet we must not surrender to dismay.
Our call the sheep of Jesus is to feed
and do our best His true heart to convey
amid exclusion, judgment, law and hate.
Our reach with feelings we must not equate.
So let me waken memories of note
and lift your cherished spirits as I pray:
Lay down encumbrance; Jesus I will quote:
“Put on my yoke…find rest” this very day.
His yoke is easy, burden’s light to tote.
It is through Him His love we can convey.
As one seed starts to grow into a tree
then twig by twig so many will be free.
Those seeds we scatter, God will till the soil.
He’ll water, fertilize, then leave to choose.
While some will flourish, others will recoil.
Although with all His love He courts and woos,
of those there are who choose God’s love to spoil
and let them go He must though grief ensues.
Yet those who sprout His love – those seeds we cast –
will bear sweet fruit and freedom’s branches vast.
The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a sower took and planted in his field. Mustard seeds are minute, tiny—but the seeds grow into trees. Flocks of birds can come and build their nests in the branches. (Matthew 13:31-32 The Voice)