In God’s world,
There are very special seeds in His garden,
Seeds which grow into lovely flowers
or drab weeds.
But in a world of ugliness,
these seeds are one in the same
In their duty
to bring forth beauty.
Judge them not for their color
or their preferences of love,
For they blossom amidst spilled blood
and destruction, a sign of a new hope.
As God cries for His
fallen children,
His tears strengthen these
seeds,
And they work to distract the world
from the dirt and grime permeating its soil.
And as the cycle of darkness
repeats,
Seeds continue to grow
to paint a picture of purity,
Working to illume God’s