Bloom Where You're Planted
I was a tiny little seed that rode upon the wind,
I was thrust beside a rock so gray and round and hard.
I settled there as you had planned,
In a few grains of soil and with raindrops from above, I waited.
As the cold air drifted away - I felt the warmth of the sun,
I knew my purpose in this rocky soil would soon be revealed.
So now as summer comes my leaves of green sprout forth to
PRAISE YOUR NAME
More and more of the leaves come and I remember from where I came.
As the sun lowers in the sky, my leaves turn to brown and gold.
Then, way up top - a long green spire appears and I see a bloom of red and orange.
And once again I am reminded there is much to be done and said,
So even though I'm no longer green and vital
I know you have a plan.
I hear Jesus say to me, "Bloom Where You Are Planted, my child."
And I respond -- Yes, I will. Please show me the way!!
Written by Beverley Leisy-Hartman ~ 2015
I was thrust beside a rock so gray and round and hard.
I settled there as you had planned,
In a few grains of soil and with raindrops from above, I waited.
As the cold air drifted away - I felt the warmth of the sun,
I knew my purpose in this rocky soil would soon be revealed.
So now as summer comes my leaves of green sprout forth to
PRAISE YOUR NAME
More and more of the leaves come and I remember from where I came.
As the sun lowers in the sky, my leaves turn to brown and gold.
Then, way up top - a long green spire appears and I see a bloom of red and orange.
And once again I am reminded there is much to be done and said,
So even though I'm no longer green and vital
I know you have a plan.
I hear Jesus say to me, "Bloom Where You Are Planted, my child."
And I respond -- Yes, I will. Please show me the way!!
Written by Beverley Leisy-Hartman ~ 2015
