The cry was for
need,
the beginning of a seed.
Tears for water
to quench it's thristing bud.
Rain for the soil
to turn it into mud.
Stretching out for light
but not a single ray in sight.
Bursting for some love
from the gentle hand above.
Hungry for the endless care
Whom, with it, can I share?
Bekah Davis
1988
Luke 8:11b
The seed is the word of God.
1 Peter 1:23
Being born again, not of
corruptible seed, but of incorruptible, by the Word of
God, which liveth and abideth for ever.
