Preparing the Ground

The Sower came to sow His seed 
In the field assigned to me
We would now put to the test
My preparation of the ground.
I was sure results would exceed 
Expectations and I'd see 
My field yield the very best
Grain that could be found.
By harvest I had to concede 
The books I'd read so avidly
And followed all they did suggest
Their advice had proved unsound.

The Sower came and I did plead
Not to judge me too harshly 
Instead to please heed my request 
Help me make my field renowned.
The Sower said He could indeed
Prepare the ground and guarantee 
A harvest that would be so blessed
It could feed everyone around.
He'd clear all that would impede
The growth and health and beauty 
Of the seed He would invest
The harvest would abound.

At my word He would proceed 
To help me clear all the debris 
From the field which He possessed 
The care of which confounded
Me-All I could ever need
Was available and He 
Would see I was not distressed 
Instead the yield would dumfound
Me-Following His lead 
I can see He's spoken truly
It is His ability expressed
To Him alone let all praise resound!