Stories of Faith

When in spring the flowers bloom
The blossoms help me see
That Yah can cause His love and truth
To blossom deep in me

When I see the blades of grass
Each different, yet the same
I see that, though unique, we all
Are made to praise His Name

When I see some old, gray sticks
Aflame in smoky haze
I ask, “Please burn my mortal self
with passion for Your ways!”

When I see the mighty trees
That once were nuts, I see
That He can take my tiny self
And use me mightily

When I see the animals
Whom Yah creates and feeds
I know that if He cares for them
He cares for all my needs

When I see the dawning sun
I think about His light
That always shines and never leaves
In any dreadful night

When I see the stars above
I know He named them all
And, yes, He also knows my name
And hears me when I call

When I see the glowing moon
I know that it is true
That He Who guides the moon through space
Will guide me onward too

When I see the sky above
I know that I shall be
With Him Who made the whole wide world
For all eternity

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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Yeshua answered them, saying, “The hour has come that the Son of Man should be glorified. Most assuredly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it produces much fruit. He who loves his life will lose it, and he who hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life.” -John 12:23-25