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Planting Seeds
By Marc Worthy
Trafford Publishing
Copyright © 2011 Marc Worthy
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4269-8197-5
Chapter One
(Blessed side)
Planting Seeds
(PSALM 1:3 "He shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water that brings forth its fruit in its season whose leaf also shall not wither and whatever he does shall prosper.")
For yes indeed,
He's truly planting seeds.
Throwing wisdom
And understanding out, hoping we feed.
Out on earth come beautiful trees.
Now all we have to do is bite
And take heed.
Then our future will bring
About beautiful leaves.
Doing away with those bad weeds.
Now he's watering us with our needs.
We should feel so blessed as this unfolds
As he turns me into this handsome rose.
Strengthens me hour after hour,
As I link on to another blessed flower.
As I sprout up in this satanic world
That's driving me crazy,
He tells me not to worry
As I link up to a daisy.
Through my vines I manage to escape
This wintry storm that brings hate.
You can hear me gently murmur,
The Son comes out,
Today is summer.
My father lights the sky,
With this great big smile
From on high.
That's my cue,
To have courage and faith,
Making sure that we get water
From rivers and lakes.
Oh it's wonderful,
It makes me feel
Like a secure daffodil.
But it wouldn't be complete,
If he didn't send us through a loop,
Inheriting all good fruits.
Those that leave a bad taste
Are left on the side of the curb for waste.
Now through it all
I look around and it's fall,
Leaves are scattered
Here and there
Leaving all the trees bare.
Seems like he's left us
And it's not fair.
But believe me he cares.
For the love that he brings,
He protects us
And all of a sudden
It's spring.
The tree has more green leaves,
For yes indeed,
He's truly planting seeds.
Open Arms
The Lord comes through me
To help fight off harm.
I welcome him with open arms.
This place has been affected,
And filled with neglect.
All of his soldiers must come together,
To serve and protect.
To beat down this worldly mess,
In order to gain back this land's respect.
Satan has corrupted this land
With his many germs.
Wriggling through the weak people's minds,
Like a foul worm.
But God comes through the heart.
Encouraging us to stand firm.
Testing our manhood,
We are stern.
Temptation lingers around
Here and there.
He's trying to devour our thoughts,
Out of thin air.
So we must declare
WAR!
Knocking Satan to the floor.
Now the spirit can soar.
The Lord comes through me
To fight off harm.
I welcome him with open arms.
It's just that simple.
We are God's holy temple.
It can be a miss or hit,
Depending on what you choose
To put into it.
If you fill it up with destruction,
He will break it down,
Like an old building construction.
So take heed to God's instructions.
Haven't you heard?
Your temple stands tall
Through the word.
That's how we can score
And defeat Satan in this war.
It will not be easy,
As we weather this storm.
The Lord comes through me,
To help fight off harm.
I welcome him with open arms.
The Man That I Am
Please believe me
When I tell u this is not a scam,
U made me
The man that I am.
U took me under your wings
More than twice,
U breathed into me
The breath of life.
U broke me down
And then built me back up
Like a building construction.
U taught me
To live by your ways
And instructions.
Now that I'm starting
To get a peace of mind,
I owe it all to u
For bringing me out of those binds.
Now I need u
To let me shine
Like another bright star
In the sky,
Put me up there
With u up high.
As I look down on the peasants
Underneath my feet,
I see the ungodly people
In pain as they weep.
Wishing that they
Should have listened to u, God,
Now their backs
Are against the wall facing all odds.
But I told all who would listen,
That u weren't a scam,
U made me
The man that I am.
Through my many sacrifices
And obedience to u
I stay cool,
Those who didn't believe
Talked down on me
And called me a fool.
I used your words as a study tool,
To accelerate me higher
And higher on that pedestal.
Now I find myself in the clear,
Jesus has surrounded me
With godly people,
So Satan can't ever get near.
No longer will the beast
Be a threat to me,
As my heart is filled with love
And I'm content as can be.
So all u nonbelievers thinking
This is just a scam,
Remember God
Made me
The man that I am.
Salute U
I look up to
The things that u do.
That's why it takes
Two hands to salute u.
U lay me down
And then wake me
Back up every day,
U put love
In my heart to stay.
Even if I've
Done something wrong,
U always seem
To forgive me
And u made me
Feel like I belong.
Now I know
I'm not alone,
U build my character
And your word
Made me strong.
U talk to me
In my prayers
At night,
Strengthen me on
The subject that's right.
Even though I may
Trip or stumble,
U manage to keep me
Focused and humble.
I look up to
The things that u do.
That's why it takes
Two hands to salute u.
Sometimes I feel like
I'm down on my luck,
I confide in u
To lift me up.
Keeping me walking
This straight trail,
Deleting this word
That we call "failed."
Putting this word
Far from my mind,
Always reminding me
To give and be kind.
Now I can put my attention
On prospering in time,
As I get out
Of these financial binds.
Now I can lay down
Your foundation,
I must go out
And get it
And stop being patient.
I glorify in u Lord
For your never-ending word,
That's why I spread
The gospel to be heard.
I look up to
The things that u do.
That's why it takes
Two hands to salute u.
Out of my mouth
Comes the truth,
Especially when I
Talk to the youth.
About knowledge, wisdom,
And understanding,
Instead of just handing them
Anything to read,
We as people must
Train our seed.
Don't be ignorant
To the point of neglecting,
Our youth need
To be stirred in
The right direction.
They need to be
Taught to let go
Of their pride,
And then the word
Will help them stride,
To have an abundant life.
Now our future
Looks shiny and bright.
The Lord's word
Should be the peak
Of our goals,
And that's the way
This story is told.
I look up to
The things that u do.
That's why it takes
Two hands to salute u!
My True Friend
Sometimes I walk
And have
A conversation
With myself.
A lot of people
Tell me it's
Not in good health.
For they don't know
The whole truth,
I am talking
To the Lord who gives me
The knowledge
From his fruit.
He's someone
Who I can count on
As a friend.
I can speak
Or lean on him
To the very end.
How many of u
Can say that u
Have a friend
Like that?
Who u can tell
Your deepest worries
In long chats.
He tells me that
Jealousy is the rage
Of man,
If that is so,
This is where
I must stand.
Under a bare tree
With my hand out
And head upward
At the sky,
I see a
Smiling face
That pushes
The clouds by.
We began to talk
And he tells me
He will never leave me,
Nevertheless
Will he not forsake thee.
I asked him
Whatever happened
To my old friends,
He told me that
He threw them away
Because they were in sin.
That if I was ever
To feel lonely to
Turn to Psalm 23,
That he would put more
Leaves on the bare tree.
Someone who walks
The same path I walk,
Someone who talks
The same thing I talk.
So that we can come together
And begin to pray,
Thanking u Lord for opening
Our path like a
Fresh clean day.
He tells me that
Those who love him
Will inherit substance;
And he will fill
Their treasures.
I say this with a stern mouth
That nothing can measure.
Especially the wisdom
And care that he puts across,
That's why he gave
His life on that cross.
So when I have that look
On my face like I'm so free,
Stop and ask
So that he can add
U to that tree.
My Brothers
I say this in love
With all others,
Are u truly
My brothers?
We all need
To come from
Under the cover,
And start
Spreading love out
To one another.
Come from underneath
This fleshly rim,
And put on
These Godly brims.
We must begin
To change our styles,
As we become
Like a child.
For our souls
Can be born again,
And my brothers
And me can find a way
To defeat our sins.
Stop looking
At each other's
Color of skin,
As we bring
This prejudice thing
To an end.
We are young in the word,
We will often stumble,
We shall be all right
If we follow behind
Our father
Who is humble.
Let him guide
And mold us
To being saved,
As we let go
Of these immature ways.
Let no one
Take our dad's place,
For we look
To him in faith.
For we don't
Have to beg or plead,
Our father says
He will supply us
With all our needs.
For us not to worry,
He will provide us
With confidence and courage.
All we have to do
Is carry out his mission,
Start putting his word out there
For my brothers to listen.
So we can build
Our family up once more,
Before it's too late
And our father closes the door.
We have already been given
A chance through our
Big brother
Jesus Christ,
He died for our sins
So we could have life.
So I say to u my brothers
We need to get on the correct path
And start living right,
For the end is near
I can see it in sight.
So all my people not living
By his ways and instructions,
I say your lives
Are headed for destruction.
I say to my brothers,
We're not to make
A big mistake,
We need to seek
God in our lives
Before it's too late.
So he can look
Down upon our hearts
And be proud,
And he can then
Escalade us up in those clouds.
If u believe in
All which is said,
I say this in love
With all others,
U are truly
My brothers.
Whole World is Upon
My Shoulder
Though I walked
Down this lonely road,
I see my life become shorter
As the story is told.
My body begins
To wrinkle and decay,
I know that this
Isn't the time to play.
I'm getting
Older and older,
It feels like
The whole world
Is upon my shoulder.
Sometimes I often
Felt like Jesus,
I put all this love
Into people
"Whom should I trust?"
I'm like this soldier
Who has his sword
Ready for the battle,
As I must.
Beating down all
And any who lust.
But my peers keep turning
Their backs on me,
I find myself
Looking up at the sky
Asking u Lord
Is this really
How it's supposed to be?
Telling him to give me
The strength to carry on,
Or to put me up there
Next to his throne.
This is really weighing down
On my body,
With all these people
Acting very naughty.
This is becoming
Overbearing,
I look in many
Of the people's eyes
And they're not even caring.
It's making me
Older and older,
It feels like
The whole world is upon my shoulder.
I keep on spreading
The good word
Hoping it will heal,
In this satanic place
That loves to kill.
I'm turning in a circle
Looking at all these people
Who don't give a hoot,
Just letting Satan spread poison
As he pollutes.
I hold my head upward
With a tear,
Am I the last one left
With only God to fear?
I hope not because
I'm tired of fighting alone,
Please mend my heart
And make me strong.
I need some help to fight,
So put some sincere people
In my sight.
To help me tame this beast,
As we defeat these false prophets
Making this world weak.
Spreading these germs
Through our people
Like a big flood or leak,
I'm trying to
Bring God's word
To its peak.
It's making me
Older and older,
It feels like
The whole world is upon my shoulder.
I'm going to keep on battling evil
'Til my time has come to pass,
Pouring the goodness
Out of my heart
Hoping it last.
So when I
Finally roll over
And die,
God will welcome me
With open arms
To that big blue sky.
Leaving all these troubles aside
As I soar high,
U can hear me singing
A sweet lullaby.
No more getting
Older and older,
It feels like
The whole world has left my shoulder.
What Does it Mean to Dream
It came to me that
Life is all about dreams,
Painful thoughts run
Through my head
And I can't figure out
What they mean.
Still confusing
As it may seem,
I still see a promising
Light that beams.
How does one
Answer the call
With these evil forces
Riding me through it all?
Contemplating on how
They are going to make me fall,
My confidence tells me
I must stand tall.
During these dreams
I always stall,
This gives me time
To build this protected wall.
The evil forces are banging
Against the wall
Trying to shatter and break,
They are losing
For I have love in my heart
Not hate.
Still not giving up,
These evil forces use
Women and drugs as bait,
Trying to maneuver me
Into making a simple mistake
That will send my wall
Crashing down.
I will still rise
Through the good spirit
I've found.
Though it feels
Like a sharp knife has entered my back,
I still feel good knowing
The evil forces came up slack.
Just needing to dig deep down
In my soul,
As this dream begins to unfold.
Not before these evil forces
That are on their last legs
Try desperately one more time
To take me out,
Boiling with goodness
I let go a scream and a shout.
Waking up in a warm sweat,
Asking myself
Was this really a dream
Or a life test?
(Continues...)
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