Have you ever held a tiny seed
in your hand, before it is sown?
Have you ever stood in a field
before the seeds are grown?
Have you ever knelt down
to feel the moist soil brown?
A place where no one sees
is a not a mystery released?
Have you ever wondered
about all a seed suffers
about all a seed suffers
when it is covered,
hidden in darkness,
breaking away the hardness
of the shell?
A seed broken, a seed burst open.
A seed broken, a seed burst open.
Only a small green sprout can foretell
that a new life is soon to replace,
the empty space to eat up the soil,
as it's roots toil deep,
it flourishes green.
Have you ever sat under
this once small seed,
this once small seed,
in the shade of now
a massive tree,
a massive tree,
it's branches are active
and move so freely.
and move so freely.
Have you ever wondered
about this mystery?
Mark.4:30/John.12:24
about this mystery?
Mark.4:30/John.12:24
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