Dying to live

I am a seed.
I came into the world just one seed.
But I was chosen. 


I am a seed.
I was handpicked.
I was proud that I was chosen.


I am a seed.
I was buried alive.
I was chosen-to be buried.


I am a seed.
I see only darkness around.
There is no way out.


I am a seed. 
I have nothing.
But I will fight. 


I am a seed.
I feel it- the water and air.
There is no way out- but up.


I am a seed.
I fight to break free from my shell.
I need to dig down deep.


I am a seed.
I feel it, water in my artery, veins and capillaries.
And the surface is closer now.


I am a seed. 
The darkness still abounds.
But I choose to fight it.


I am a seed.
I have seen the Light.
The warmth and beauty of Your Face.


I am a seed.
I struggle against the ravens
I struggle against the weeds


I am a seed.
I have a choice.
I choose to grow.


I am a shoot.
I have two little wings. 
I choose to fly higher towards You.


I am a tree.
I have been tested
By wind, fire and the beasts of the field.


I am a tree 
I have survived
I am still learning.


I am a flower
I am beautiful to behold.
I hold the future in my womb.


I am a fruit
Ripe and nourishing 
Ready to be plucked

I am a seed.

I came into the world just one seed.

But I was chosen.

"I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds." John 12:24