🎬 YouTube Script: “Let Me Tell You a Story”
Theme: The Parable of the Sower — Rhyming Monologue
Tone: Reflective, serious, hopeful
Length: ~Max 3.75
Suggested Music: Gentle cinematic underscore (e.g. soft piano + ambient strings — like “Moment of Truth” or “Reflective Light”)
🎵 [Background music fades in softly]
NARRATOR (calm, reflective):
Let me tell you a story — simple and clear…
But deeper than oceans, if you’ve ears to hear.
A sower once walked through the fields one day,
With a pouch full of seed… and a heart set to pray.
He scattered the truth, like rain from the sky,
Not asking where… just letting it fly.
Some landed on paths — hard-packed and cold.
The kind where hearts never dare to unfold.
🎵 [Music shifts: light tension.]
Birds, sharp-eyed, came fast and sly,
Snatched the Word before it could try.
It never sank in — not even a bit.
Truth glanced off like rain that just wouldn’t stick.
Some fell on rocks, shallow and thin…
And oh, they sprang up — with a grin!
But roots need depth… and sun brings heat.
When trouble rolled in, they knew defeat.
🎵 [Music builds slightly.]
They cheered for the Word, but not for the cost.
And when storms came down… that joy was lost.
Then there were thorns — tall, twisted, and sly…
Where other seeds landed, trying to rise.
But the weeds whispered lies of worry and gold,
Of pleasures and riches and comfort untold.
They strangled the life before it could grow.
Too busy with “more”… to let heaven show.
But ah… some seed found earth soft and wide.
It drank in the rain… and the sun with pride.
It dug down deep. It reached up high.
And fruit came forth — like stars in the sky.
🎵 [Music swells – hopeful, uplifting.]
Thirtyfold… sixty… a hundred times more.
All from a heart that opened the door.
So if you hear this and think it’s just lore,
Remember: the seed is the Word — nothing more.
But the soil… that’s you. That’s me. That’s heart.
And where it lands can set you apart.
So ask yourself truly, while there’s still light —
Is my soul the path… the rock… or the night?
🎵 [Music softens, final note approaching.]
Or will I be soil that welcomes the rain…
And rises with fruit — in the Savior’s name?
🎵 [Music fades out.]
Michael Forty