Our Seed Must Die
Our seed must die and die alone. It must die to the familiar and rise to the
unknown. Our seed must be buried underground before it can live and
exceedingly abound. For after a time , no longer will the seed be, but a great
harvest to fulfill every need. A great harvest of plenty that all will embrace. A
harvest so delightful, we can't refuse , once it we taste. A harvest for the mind,the
body and the soul. God's harvest of increase for the young as well as the old.
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