By Daryle Brown

Jesus replied, “The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified.

Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.[1]

Spring arrives.

The circle of life reboots.

Fauna awaken

from their winter rest, or

reverse their migratory ways.

Flora sprout, & bud, & creep, & . . .

flower. They prove God’s love for creation

abounds. Nature pushes forth

to glorify the Creator.

 

 

…continued from The Herald

 

The tomb is void.

And in the emptiness,

there is vastness.

Space enough to fit the sins of all,

and for all yet to come.

An impossible gift to deserve.

What kind of love is this?

 

Glory, glory, glory.

Redeemed! Our souls!

We are the seeds of this love.

 

Glory, glory, glory.

Redeemed, our souls have a home!

He has risen, to show us the way.

 

Glory, glory, glory!

His death planted the seeds

of our salvation.

We bloom to glorify God.

We are the seeds of Jesus’ love.

 

 

[1] John 12:23-24 NIV