The Sower knelt down on his knees
Dug through the earth with calloused hands to till the soil
In sin-cursed ground He sowed the seed
The sweat of Adam intermixing with the toil

Oh how the parable reads like a riddle
How can we fathom all it means?

The Sower rose up to His feet
Looked down at all He'd wrought and saw that it was good
Redemption's genesis complete
A Kingdom manifest yet so misunderstood

Oh how the parable reads like a riddle
How can we fathom all it means?
Of Heaven reaching through a thought so little?
A Kingdom in so poor a thing?

But this one thing I know
That when Heaven stoops so low
And The Sower starts to sow
A garden's sure to grow