Weeds      

In faith I planted my crop, a great harvest did I see,
But the weeds I failed to pull came and stole my crop from me.

So I changed my crop but it died,  before my harvest was done.
The weeds I failed to pull had ruined another one.

I changed crops once again, but the results were always the same
Because of the weeds I had failed to tame.

The weeds were always there, destroying my crops for me,
For as a man thinks in his heart, so is he.

So I began to pull those weeds one by one.
It was a painful job, but it had to be done.

For the issues of life begin in the heart,
You must pull those weeds before they start.

Kenneth Sparr 
Feb, 2004

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