New Life

A seedling planted in the womb

In dark of winter, hid from view.

Inner turmoil and silent straining,

No eye can see what soon will bloom.

Suddenly a sprout breaks through;

The evidence of growth in view.

Spring, a time of budding life,

And weariness being renewed.

Summer brings a fuller flower,

Growth points to a higher power.

Hopefulness at what's to come,

Anticipation of the hour.

Now Harvest's fruit completes gestation;

Plucked from its source in separation.

Prepared to live its destiny:

Yield of itself to His formation.

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All glory to the Gardener of Life,

Who cultivates new sprouts in souls.

He tends to us through all the seasons,

And nurtures us ‘til we are whole!

His purpose is to make us fruitful,

That others may rejuvenate;

Yet also multiply His likeness

So that new life regenerates.

Our role is simply to surrender—

As hosts for the Human-Maker,

Soil for the Cultivator,

And vessels for the Creator.