The Teacher sat upon the hill, the crowd began to fade
He spoke in riddles of the soil and tools of every trade
He didn’t lead with thunder, or a scepter, or a crown
But a story of a mustard seed that turned the world around
From the smallest of the small, a mighty shade begins to rise
The mystery of the Kingdom hidden right before our eyes.
A farmer casts his heavy seed across the hardened ground
Some is choked by briars, some is never found
But oh, the heart that opens, like the rich and honest loam
Where the Word takes root and flourishes and finds a final home
May my spirit be the garden where the harvest hundredfold
Becomes a living testament of stories ancient-told.
Oh, speak the truth in parables, the wisdom of the Son
The secrets of the ages revealed to everyone
From the vineyard to the valley, from the temple to the sea
You’re painting us a picture of who we’re meant to be
The King is in the story, the Light is in the Word
The greatest invitations that the world has ever heard.
He told us of a shepherd who would leave the ninety-nine
To find the one who wandered past the safety of the line
And a woman with a candle, sweeping floors until the night
To find the silver coin that had slipped away from sight
There is joy in all of heaven when the lost are finally claimed
No matter where we’ve hidden, we are called back by our name.
The prodigal is limping home, his pride is in the dust
He expects a servant’s wages, but he finds a Father’s trust
The robe, the ring, the banquet—mercy runs to meet the weak
It’s the beauty of the Gospel in the metaphors You speak
For the Pharisee is silent, and the broken heart is healed
As the riches of the mercy of the Father are revealed.
It’s a pearl of great price, it’s worth everything I own
It’s a city on a mountain, it’s the yeast within the dough
It’s the lamp upon the stand, it’s the salt upon the earth
It’s the narrow gate that leads us to the glory of rebirth!
It’s the narrow gate that leads us to the glory of rebirth!
Oh, speak the truth in parables, the wisdom of the Son
The secrets of the ages revealed to everyone
From the vineyard to the valley, from the temple to the sea
You’re painting us a picture of who we’re meant to be
The King is in the story, the Light is in the Word
The greatest invitations that the world has ever heard.
Let the one who has ears… let them hear.
Let the one who has eyes… let them see.
The King is in the story.
The Kingdom is at hand.