I Just Wanna Be Real

“But he who received seed on the good ground is he who hears the word and understands it, who indeed bears fruit and produces: some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty.” (Matthew 13:23)

There are many preachers of the gospel. There are many who would seek to sow the Word of God into the soil of the hearts of men. You need both good seed and good soil to produce fruit. It seems very few have heard the Word of God and understood it well enough to spread good seed. We know this, for they produce no fruit at all. We need to make sure we are spreading good seed.

Good seed cannot grow without good soil. Good soil has a repentant heart and has been made to see just how wicked and wretched their sinful hearts are compared to God’s goodness. There is a great Satanic wicked gospel deception that runs rampant in today’s Christianity. It is a mythical perception of the good seed that is Christ.

If we desire men’s faith to be real, God must plow our hearts preparing us to receive His good seed and to spread His good seed.

I Just Wanna Be Real

Every Pinocchio knows that something is missing.
Being puppet born to sinning,
Born with sin’s puppet strings,
Being so wired to sin,
The truth is hidden from reality’s vision.
It is a wicked deception.
A mythical perception.
Every Pinocchio’s nose only proves,
The truth he is naturally wired to dismissing.

I just wanna be real!

Carved into the image of my Maker,
Intended for something far much greater,
This fallen creation longs to be real.
With an evil puppet master pulling my strings,
Being an evil master who came to steal my hope,
And having nothing in me that is good.
Unless I’m made good, I will be good for only firewood.
Good I cannot remake myself to be.
My chains to sin must be broken by the Breaker.

I just wanna be real!

Though deceived by the catcher of fools,
And having a heart where evil continually rules,
A good seed was planted for me to be made real.
A good seed planted by a Master who is good.
When many fell among the thorns,
On the rocks,
And on bad soil.
In good soil, a seed of faith in this Pinocchio was born.
Being reborn, I’m now under a Good Master’s rule.

I have been made real!
The truth no longer hidden,
Lies no longer hold me in my lying prison.
One was sent to defeat the catcher of fools like me.
He came and washed me clean in Siloam’s Pool.
What I’ve been given, nobody can come and steal.
I’ve been given a new life that is real.
The fields are ripe and the harvest could be plentiful,
If only we would labor in His field of saving miracles.
For every Pinocchio knows, and he wants to be made real!

Ron C. Kyker

“Examine yourselves as to whether you are in the faith. Test yourselves. Do you not know yourselves, that Jesus Christ is in you?–Unless indeed you are disqualified.” (2 Corinthians 13:5)