The Lord made a seed within the universe. It was a place
called the earth. A tiny seed of creation. To fill all with an
eternal plan. We are all part of the workings. To make a
space where we can rest. To have a home in eternal life.
Never to die, but only to explore the beyond.
A family of GOD, was created to fill a void of a heart so
great. Yet, we ponder our fate. Only to find, we are running
late. The son will return, to free us all of late. Our place will
fill all space. Onward in prayer, we go to find our place.
Call to all, to follow our way. Into creation we go, with an
unbridled faith.
JOE POEWHIT
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-seed-3/
