Great and gracious God, it’s a new day
with time to do your will.
It’s misty and moist.
The weeds in the garden taunt me.
I want to go and yank them out.
Is that how you feel about our erring ways?
The trouble is, there are always
more weeds coming up.
Gracious God, open our eyes
to your vision of heaven on earth.
Guide us into your way. Amen.
He answered, “The one who sows the good seed is the Son of Man, the field is the world, and the good seed are the children of the kingdom; the weeds are the children of the evil one and the enemy who sowed them is the devil; the harvest is the end of the age, and the reapers are the angels.”