Oh, tiny seed buried deep in the earth
Lying, lifeless, deep down in your grave.
Consumed by the dark, abandoned and helpless,
Unable to seek the light that you crave. This is your world now into which you have been cast
his is your lot, and this where you stay
Dormant and still, anticipating, expectant,
Thirsting to breathe the fresh air of day. All light is extinguished in your tiny prison
Surround by the debris and soil of this hell.
Suffocating, constricting and crushing against your only protection,
Your hard outer shell. But, with you in the dark is goodness and richness
Silently seeping to the warmth of within.
Tender and slow, infiltrating unseen,
Nature allows new life to begin. From your soul is a stirring of a familiar feeling
Growing in strength day after day.
Increasing and pulsing, forcing, surging
Until the hard outer husk of your life breaks away. Released from your prison you are free to become
That which you were made and created to be.
Pushing and driving, through the soil of the earth
Unrelenting, persistent until you are free. Oh, tiny seed buried deep in my heart
Given up for dead in this dark world of sin.
I long for you to break free from your prison and break forth
Into life from your grave deep within. | 
