Often I am stunned speechless by the miracle in a seed.
We sprinkle seed of faith on dust
A testament of our trust
Forbid it then that we should turn
And for a lesser portion yearn
The God who turns our seed to fruit
Beholds the blossom and the root
Forbid it then that we despair
Clinging to fear instead of prayer
For He who renders fruit to seed
Beholds and knows our every need
Forbid it then that we embrace
Our nothingness instead of grace
© Janet Martin
When we become small then God becomes big!
But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." 2 Cor. 12:9