The Song of the Seed

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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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