You planted a seed in me; eternal life’s voice.
Your essence cultivated; my soul does rejoice.
Nurtured forth with time,
Growing roots divine.
Sprouting, springing from confines of earth,
You call me Your own; I know my worth.
Days into years; sturdy You’ve made me
Branches spread wide, as if fed by the sea.
Able to bear the fruit of Spirit,
Thankful to the One who lovingly gives it.
©️Rachel D. Lyne