19 NOV - Treasure
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Jesus told a parable:
Treasure in a field
Deep below and buried, so
It’s better than the yield
Of any crop that’s harvested:
A buyer came along, and
Then he stopped to part with his
IRA, belongings
And everything he had
He sold to buy the field
And treasuring the land
He chose to sign the deal..
He didn’t want the land tho:
He wanted buried treasure
He didn’t stop to plan, so
He bought some barren desert..
That’s crazy to a farmer!
He needs to work the land
And maybe thru his farmin
He’ll reap with dirty hands..
That’s slavery to the buyer:
To need to work and plan
And maybe truth is higher
Tho deep in dirty land:
Requires work and effort
For value infinitesimal
To buyer’s buried treasure:
The land removed to get to it..
The work removed:
Search is through:
The treasure is
Unburied proof..
Where’s the truth
Clearly viewed?
Whenever it
Unburdens you..
The field is the law
To the farmer
Who harvests
And reaps from his job
To the market
Thru hardship..
The field hid a cross
But the buyer
Was inspired:
The deal didn’t cost
Cuz to find the
Truth is priceless..
The buyer paid
The lies of slaves:
Every one he had:
The buyer laid
Inside a grave:
Treasure in the sand..
The farmer works the field
The buyer leaves the field:
The farmer works for yields
The buyer - he just chills..
The treasure’s got a value
That farmin for forever
Could never top or match - to
That farmer’s horror, “Never?”
Nope, you are truly f-cked
Reapin laws:
The field is God:
Souls too, are jewels in mud:
Freedom walks:
The field is God’s..
Think you’re gonna work God?
From sowin, reap perfection?
I think you’re just a bird dog:
Just go - I’ll keep the treasure..
Thirteen (forty four):
Chapter in
Matthew
Thirteen’s four, of course
(Added): The
Math’s you:
Four forty four
Is for triple rest
“Triple Sec?”
The orange door’s for
If you didn’t rest:
This is death..