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Seeds of Resilience
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| Hit it! | |
| Talking about standing ground, the sower went forth to sow, and some seeds fell by the wayside, not to be found. | |
| For the birds came and devoured them. | |
| Up, turn them around. | |
| Applause. | |
| Some fell on stony places, and when the sun was up, they were scorched with no traces. | |
| Some fell among thorns, and the thorns sprung up and choked them, be forewarned. | |
| Devour! | |
| Scorch! | |
| Choke! | |
| You're standing at the gates of hell, but don't back down. | |
| You've got to stand your ground. | |
| Don't be turned around. | |
| When trouble strikes, don't faint. | |
| That's the making of everyday saints. | |
| The lazy won't plow by reason of the cold he begs in harvest, and his dreams grow old. | |
| You've got to keep this world from dragging you down, that on your head, wisdom plants a crown. | |
| Now come on up here for my altar call. | |
| Give your life to Jesus Christ. | |
| The fruit you plant won't fall. | |
| Wash yourself clean at the Orthodox Church's awesome baptistry. | |