A Single Seed

A single seed, so very small and plain,
Was carried by the wind, in aimless fashion
Until by chance, or some unseen domain,
It fell to earth, to die without compassion.

No help was there to save this castaway,
No friends, no other seeds with which to roam.
Was this the hand of God, or fate at play?
Why was it snatched so fiercely from its home?

The passing hours and days would take their toll
On one so naked, and so all alone;
First came the lightning, then the thunder roll,
The rain and clouds where once the sun had shone.

And with no sign of mercy, or of hope,
The ground grew soft, it seemed to open wide.
The barren seed slid down the slippery slope
Into its grave, forever to abide.

But how can God allow such sorrow here?
What benefit to God does all this bring?
Is there a purpose, or did fate appear
In victory, with death the final sting?

The answer lies in all that followed after,
For suddenly from deep within the soil
Came strength of life amidst the roaring laughter
Of all the saints who in this life did toil.

Their God forgot them not, no not one seed;
They all arose with power not their own!
No longer what they were, but now indeed
The resurrected body, seed once sown.