The Seed

What did You see in me?
Why did You care?
To soften my heart, and
plant your seed there?
I'm not much a gardener,
no experience with soil.
Yet, I find myself now
in bended-knee toil.
The seed that You've planted,
I want it to grow.
I uproot the thorns and
throw out the stones.
I'm thankful that You've
chosen me, to trust with
the care of this precious seed!

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