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THE FLOWERS, THE MAN, THE BOOKS IN MY DREAM

The flowers, the man, the book in my dream,
Who is this man? What does it all mean?
Upon a flat gray rock He sits.
A flower of tender stalk He picks.
He arises, and in His outstreched right Hand
Is the fairest of flowers in all the land.
His eyes, such love, I n'er did see.
This purest of flowers, for wretched me?
Slowly He turns, then kneels to earth's floor
More flowers He picks, score after score
Standing before Him, I view Him in awe.
'Twas a bouquet for the world in His Hand that
I saw.
"I have a flower for everyone
   were the words He spake.

I need someone to tell them
   and to pray that all will take.

These flowers are a gift
   and to the world free of cost.

The dear price paid in full long ago
   by a man, on a hill, on a cross.

In love, with depths unknown I give
   To whosoever will receive.

I have a flower for everyone
   for whosoever will believe.

For in these flowers are the seeds
   for life everlasting, for all man's needs"

His eyes, such love, I n'er did see.
Everlasting life for wretched me?
With joy unspeakable I do receive
This precious bloom he offers me
His eyes, such love, but sadness, too
Somehow I love him, I know not who.
Hot tears stream freely down my cheek.
My heart is so full, no words can I speak.
His eyes, such love, they are all knowing.
He loves me still, all my faults clearly showing.
New life within me is beginning to soar.
To know this man better, I want nothing more.
His eyes, such love, reveal power within
I want nothing more than to be closer to him.
Such relief, I feel clean, there's not guilt as before.
He is a man, yes, but a man and much more.
His eyes, such love, compassion, too,
Have seen, will see always, all that I do.
His eyes, such love, authority, too,
The words His lips utter I know are true.
I closed my eyes, and then I knew
Deep in my heart what I must do,
Serve this Man, by planting His seed
Life everlasting, man's every need.
I opened my eyes to tell him so,
The Man, the seeds, where did they go?
All were gone, but on earth's floor
Were books, and books, and books galore.
A multitude of books, but all were the same
Telling one story, bearing one name
The Good News of Jesus Christ.

While a large crowd was gathering and people were coming to Jesus from town after town, He told this parable:

"A farmer went out to sow his seed. As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path; it was trampled on, and the birds of the air ate it up. Some fell on rock, and when it came up, the plants withered because they had no moisture. Other seed fell among the thorns, which grew up with it and choked the plants. Still other seed fell on good soil. It came up and yielded a crop, a hundred times more than was sown."
When He said this, He called out,
"He who has ears to hear, let him hear."

 This the meaning of the parable:

"The seed is the word of God. Those along thee path are the ones who hear,  and then the devil comes and takes away the word from their hearts,  so that they may not believe and be saved. Those on the rock are the ones who receive the word with joy when they hear it, but they have no root. They believe for a while, but in the time of testing they fall away. The seed that fell among the thorns stands for those that hear,  but as they go on their way they are choked by life's worries, riches,  and pleasures, and they do not mature. But the seed on good soil stands for those with a noble and good heart, who hear the word, retain it,  and by persevering produce a crop."
 

 
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