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People take fruits.

Count its seeds.

Consume it.

Then forget it.



God takes a seed.

Counts its fruits.

Scatters it in wild soil.

But He remembers its name.



I am His seedling-

Not through germinating,

Peeling, hurting, drying

But the sun is still shining…



Come wind or storm

Tough they may be

But even these are necessary

For God’s great plan for me.



And thus, I will be…a seedling.

Monocot or dicot? It’s all the same.

For I am my Planter’s seed.

And He knows me by name.