A seed lays still and cold; Yet there within the tiny seed, Is promise yet untold. The promise of the springtime, Of fragrant sweet perfume; Is there within the tiny seed, In the promise of the bloom. Silently behind the stone, A man lays cold and still; Yet there within the silence, Is the Promise of God's will. The Promise of Salvation, For the heart of every man; Laying there within the tomb, Is the Promise of God's plan. The tiny seed, the silent tomb, The new life each will bring; Will both burst forth in splendor, With the Promise of the spring. Allison Chambers Coxsey ©1996 ~ All Rights Reserved |
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