The Seed

THE SEED

 

You handed me a seed

You said I must hold it

Wasn’t sure if I should accept

Though I refused to hold it

But my hand was so weak

No strength for tug of war

No power to resist

To wrestle is to fail

Why do I have to do this?

Oh, what a test!

 

What then should I do?

What have I to do with the seed?

Should I burry it beneath,

Or maybe throw it as far as I could?

But wait a minute!

What if he’ll come again to take it?

Oh, no, no, no!

This is crazy you know!

Why could I not throw it?

How long should I wait?

 

Been standing for so long

Bored, waiting all along

No, I can’t hold it on

It’s time to move on

Let go and run away

It’s ridiculous to tarry

There’s so much to be done

Just depart and be gone

Leave the seed where you stand

For sure he’ll understand

Just when you think it’s too late

Here comes the husbandman

With his white apparel

He said come to me and rest

But give me back that seed

It’s not yours to burry

Don’t cast it away

Greater things you will see

With this tiny single seed

Just watch me work on it

 

 

 

 

DAILY IN THE WORD

June 20, 2121

 

John 11:39-42

 

39 Jesus said, Take ye away the stone. Martha, the sister of him that was dead, saith unto him, Lord, by this time he stinketh: for he hath been dead four days. 40 Jesus saith unto her, Said I not unto thee, that, if thou wouldest believe, thou shouldest see the glory of God? 41 Then they took away the stone from the place where the dead was laid. And Jesus lifted up his eyes, and said, Father, I thank thee that thou hast heard me. 42 And I knew that thou hearest me always: but because of the people which stand by I said it, that they may believe that thou hast sent me.