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Oh how lovely I am, so upright and tall
I’m sure that I must be the envy of all.
My grace and my beauty, none can compare
I know that my loveliness truly is rare.
As I sway to the sound of the wind in the trees
I bend and I twirl with the utmost of ease.
I’m lean and I’m tender, my body’s full length
And yet I’m resilient, a fortress of strength.
I’m sure that The Master has great plans for me
Perhaps He will call me His word to decree.
Or maybe I’ll stay here forever to praise
His wonder and majesty, all of my days.
As I ponder my future, so vivid and bright
I notice that daytime has turned into night.
The wind has grown stronger, the air has grown cold
Instantly, powerfully, fear’s taken hold.
The wind’s strength soon grabs me and pushes me down
Though I fight to stay upright, I’m thrust to the ground.
I don’t understand, I’m so strong and so tough
Yet I find that my own strength just isn’t enough.
As I lay on the ground, so broken and torn
I’m tired and I’m lonely, defeated, forlorn.
The rain starts to fall, my strength has departed
I yield to the earth where this life of mine started.
The soil all around me soon covers my head
This place I have cherished is now my death bed.
Though I can’t understand what The Master has planned
I’ll trust that I’m still in the palm of His hand.
Time seems so endless, I wait in this tomb
But suddenly light from above fills my room.
Warmth through my body begins to increase
My body thrusts upward, seeking release.
Through the soil I reach skyward with joy and delight
A new life is rising from the dark of the night.
Into sunshine I burst from the earth where I’ve lain
A new shaft of wheat, a new head of grain.
As I look to my left and I look to my right
I find I can hardly contain my delight.
For I see on this day that I’m not all alone
A full field of new wheat now calls this its home.
I suddenly realize I had to be broken
The Master had known that my life was a token.
In oneness I only considered myself
But in death I produced an abundance of wealth.
My fruit He desired to be shared with mankind
Thus my life had to end so that His light could shine.
The breaking was painful, the self-death so chilling,
But oh to be used for His Kingdom, how thrilling!
“Most assuredly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it produces much grain.” (John 12:24, NKJV)
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