TITLE: The Story of the Rich Man and the Farmer By mary watson 02/26/13 |
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The teacher says,
Learn precept upon precept
Line upon line
A little here and a little there
From the parable of wheat and tares
And the rich man and the farmer
He who has an ear let him here
There once was a rich young man
Who said I will work as hard as he can
His work paid off
He grew very wealthy
His luxuries were unequaled
Then one day he reasoned
“What if I could buy the whole worldâ€
And he found a rich friend
Who thought his ideas were fine
And they set out together
To find more of like mind
They found many
Then they said,
“We have enough money for ten lifetimes
Why should we share?â€
They set out with their money
To buy spaceships and swords
Countries and stores
With any luck, immortality
That would be ideal
Their used their swords
And there was no more peace
But this was not enough
They took spaceships to their countries
To bring black scales for their stores
People went hungry
But they did not care
Because with their money
They were full
When all these things happened
the sun was blackened
and they were about to cheer
When all of the sudden
A thundercloud rolled in,
And said
You fools!
This very night your lives are demanded
There once was a kind farmer
He did not have too much
He did not have too little
But with what he had he was well
Then one day
Disaster stuck
And his farm was lost in a fire
He packed his bag
And though he was sad
He went out to check on his neighbors
Their farms had burned down
And they did not make a sound
No one knew what to say
After a time had passed
The farmer wondered what he could do
He looked in his bag and all that he had
Were two fish and five loaves
What good is that?
Then, he remembered a day
When the preacher did say
That Jesus fed five thousand
With two fish and five loaves
But he was not Jesus
What if he could not do it
What would he give his neighbors
So he thought and he thought
Then it hit him
The answer was simple
Love is the key
Love says two times five equals five thousand
So with a loaf in his hand
And love in his heart
He set out to help his neighbors
They all sat around
And then heard the sound
Of thunder say,
Come! Here is your reward
And, so it will be at the end of the age
When the wheat is separated from the tare
He who has an ear, let him hear
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