The timeline belongs to the seed, not you.
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Always looking for harvest
These are not Your Ways
Seeds planted, tended, watered
As You number our days.
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In the waiting, there is movement
Unseen, yet unfolding it grows
Control we release and follow
A path only He alone knows.
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Gradually, we begin to recognize
A pattern, a vow, or promise
Will we ever leave the boat or
No longer doubt like Thomas.
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We will both honor and lament
Stories that no longer fit
When we take a small step
A new Way we can commit.
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The unknown with You is safe
As we decide to follow wholly
Seeds planted today
Will grow deeply and
Slowly.
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