“And the earth brought forth grass, and herb yielding seed after his kind, and the tree yielding fruit, whose seed was in itself, after his kind: and God saw that it was good.” — Genesis 1:11
Each little thing begins so small, A tender seed, the cause of all. It does not shout, it makes no sound — But quietly brings the world around.
The seed is hidden, soft and meek, Yet grows the life our hearts do seek. What we believe with quiet grace Will blossom in its rightful place.
The world is shaped by what we hold In secret thoughts, both shy and bold. No need to strive or look afar — The seed is where the treasures are.
A fearful heart will plant with care What brings about more grief or scare. But happy thoughts, and love held dear, Will grow a life both sweet and clear.
So tend your thoughts, your inner ground — With gentle joy, and truth profound. For every dream your heart has kissed Begins with seed — and will exist.
“I have planted, Apollos watered; but God gave the increase.” — 1 Corinthians 3:6