Lest a seed die, a plant would be not born.
Laid to rest in the ground, by the sun being warmed.
The tears of heaven fall, life bursts forth from its sleep
So small and tender green, up toward heaven it does reach
Growing strong and tall, its flowers it does form
Kissed by bees and butterflies, on buds it does adorn
Buds give way to fruit, seeds nestled deep in side
Joyful harvest for our homes, our food for many times
We save back precious seeds, whose death we do not mourn
Lest a seed die, a plant would not be born
John 12:24 Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit.
May we all be willing to die to self, to bring forth fruit for our Lord and Savior!