Fallen Seeds (Poem)

Shall it stand?
Should it fall?
A life giving power it has,
Still crude at its living.

For the seeds the soil was made,
Not to be suspended in the air,
for there's no increase therein,
and its full worth not known.

The forests in it,
The birds to seek refuge from.
Many mouths to feed from it.
Still standing.

It's fall is for a rising.
The worms will test its coat,
And the waters will sweep it away.
The heat of the sun will try in all its might that it be consumed.
If it shall gather much earth,
Shall it not survive?
It Will for He will perform.
It is risen from the ashes of defeat.


I assure you, most solemnly I tell you, Unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains [just one grain; it never becomes more but lives] by itself alone. But if it dies, it produces many others and yields a rich harvest.

The reality of it is that those trials and troubles are for a while. Joy is coming because the morning is nigh. Zechariah  13:9  And I will bring the third part through the fire, and will refine them as silver is refined, and will try them as gold is tried: they shall call on my name, and I will hear them: I will say, It is my people: and they shall say, The LORD is my God.
Be of good cheer and wait upon him.

#Ola.