Way up through the blacktop I looked at the
Bare spots in my lawn and sighed,
"Why doesn't grass grow there?"
And as I always do I searched for a
Spiritual application, a topic for a poem.
For one, the green sprout demonstrates that
The seed of the gospel can take root in
Even the hardest of hearts.
And secondly, I'm encouraged, as a seed
Planter, to keep on scattering it,
Wherever.