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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I see, O Yah, that I’m a seed You’ve given me whate’er I need To grow, to live, to serve my King A hope unending, songs to sing Encased within my mortal shell Are works to do, and words to tell I feel like bursting, yet I know That first You’ll plant me, then I’ll grow And so, I’m resting in Your hand Until You plant me in the land And then I’ll burst, send forth my shoot In You I’ll grow a solid root You’ll water me, You’ll fill me up Your grace will overflow my cup And from the ground You’ll nourish me And soon I’ll grow to be a tree And toward the heavens I will shoot I’ll send forth branches, bear much fruit But now I’m still just waiting here But Yah, You know, I should not fear You’ll plant me when the time is right Within the dirt, away from light And I will push and I will grow The way to light I’ll somehow know You’ve told me, so I know that I To grow and be a tree, must die And still I want to be a tree For that is what you want for me So take me, when the spring comes ’round I’ll give my life within the ground I’ll use what’s stored inside of me My wisdom, strength, and energy And when I do, I know I’ll be A shoot, a sapling, then a tree When all is done, I know it’s true I’ll bear delicious fruit for You So cast me to the dirt, I’ll die To bear much fruit, to touch the sky
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