(El Sembrador)

(Verse 1)
A sower went out to sow,
The seeds of God he wanted to grow.
He scattered the seeds all around,
Praying they’d land on fertile ground.

(Chorus)
Lord, let my heart be fertile, holy ground,
Set heavenly guardians all around.
Let Your Word grow deep, strong, and holy roots,
And produce abundant spiritual fruits.

(Verse 2)
Some seeds landed on ground hard and dry,
Hungry birds watching dropped from the sky.
They quickly ate up the tasty seed,
While others fell among the weeds.

(Chorus)
Lord, let my heart be fertile, holy ground,
Set heavenly guardians all around.
Let Your Word grow deep, strong, and holy roots,
And produce abundant spiritual fruits.

(Verse 3)
Now the weeds grew in healthy soil,
So the seeds sprouted without much toil.
But with the weeds growing all around,
The good seeds were choked right out of the ground.

(Chorus)
Lord, let my heart be fertile, holy ground,
Set heavenly guardians all around.
Let Your Word grow deep, strong, and holy roots,
And produce abundant spiritual fruits.

(Verse 4)
Some landed in rocky earth,
Sprouting fast and showing their worth.
But with shallow roots they could not stay,
When the sun rose high, they burned away.

(Chorus)
Lord, let my heart be fertile, holy ground,
Set heavenly guardians all around.
Let Your Word grow deep, strong, and holy roots,
And produce abundant spiritual fruits.

(Verse 5)
Seeds landed on fertile ground,
No weeds, no rocks, no birds around.
The sower’s seeds grew faithfully,
And bore their fruit abundantly.

(Chorus)
Lord, let my heart be fertile, holy ground,
Set heavenly guardians all around.
Let Your Word grow deep, strong, and holy roots,
And produce abundant spiritual fruits.

(Verse 6)
The seeds are God’s own living Word,
Planted deep in hearts that heard.
But Satan comes, like a hungry bird,
To steal the truth before it’s stirred.

(Chorus)
Lord, let my heart be fertile, holy ground,
Set heavenly guardians all around.
Let Your Word grow deep, strong, and holy roots,
And produce abundant spiritual fruits.

(Verse 7)
The hard ground is the proud, unyielding clod,
The rocks, things we don’t give over to God.
The weeds are worries, power, and control,
They block the Spirit’s work to make us whole.

(Final Chorus – Reprise / Lift)
Lord, let my heart be fertile, holy ground,
Set heavenly guardians all around.
Let Your Word grow deep, strong, and holy roots,
And produce abundant spiritual fruits.