True peace is the busy and calloused world,
The Mysterious Seeds
Just as that seed of corn,
In dying to self is the gate to real living,
Bowing in humility, worship springs up from this Earth
Caught up in the Universal command bursting to love,
Truth emerges from the human spirit within.
How many creatures and living things there are
Hidden and seen, during the day and at night
On mountain tops, in deepest valleys
Above water, below water
All drawing life, returning to the ground again;
Yet, beyond understanding, wisdom is given,
From One Cross comes many
Many times many from One Savior
Redeemer who reaps from all sowing
Harvesting when all work has been done,
Once a baby, a child, a young man, Israel’s King
Now a sharp sickle ready in the Sovereign Hand
Swung from Heaven’s brightest cloud
When all good has been done