A Tiny Seed

A tiny seed in the meadows wafts for God's spirit,
Hanging onto its soil as it stems for its life;
From borrowed rainbows through the field
The valley's purest mountains sits on common grounds.

Scents of God's heaven unfolds the weakness of sins
Finding Everlasting love He knows will untie;
The secret to red blood is given from Jesus's shepherd's fold;
His Father loved Him tenderly, they hold together for prayer's need .

If I ever find that I cannot pray, I know I will become lost,
For I must ask and pray for my Father's Son to help me;
This Heavenly Son Of God, within His love He does spare,
I'll look up to Him, with wisdom's care, that's all I need.

If I can open up this heart of mine and place
My trust in Jesus for His shepherding, guiding light
I'll know every second counts from each minute's Hour.
I'll pray to Jesus and ask for my Father's guidance
To help me take each step away from my sinning ways.

This pathway that lies before me is a footstep to my Lamp
Only my Heavenly Father knows I must rely on His love supined;
I'll trust in Him, with Jesus, to break my sinning of old's moments,
As He unfolds His Hands, and leaned me into His wings of Love's divined.

By Vicki L. Walker