What's In Your Hand

What's In Your Hand? 

Throw that seed in the soil, see what happens

Everything that liveth must first die

Be transformed to achieve it potential

And though invisible, yet so present 

Forgotten, yet still prominent

It's not for long that growth takes place

In the most uncomfortable of places

It germinates, it gestates, when irritates

Something beautiful forms, generates

In the most neglectful, destitute, rejected 

Is where the flower blooms, the lily protrude 

They perfume, they brighten the air 

Their presence makes it all fair

As you grew, roots sent down 

In the belly of the earth, formed you at birth

As you gave us air you take what I offered

Diffused it throughout your entire being 

For that you got stronger, to last longer

It won't be for long, you can't be kept down 

You rise amidst the adversity of that beneath

You grew, embraced all that you faced above

In forest, vallies, mountains, plains

Wherever You are found teeming with growth, with life

Standing ever tall, stately, never to hurt

The lungs of the earth, in size and gearth 

I find in you while so many, a purpose 

So focus that by giving every creature

A chance at life, where birds of the air find their rest

Trusting you to build their nest

Food you provide for all to eat 

Selflessly giving mankind his meat

In your abundance enough you share

Your presence I see, everywhere

None is like you, made unique, with care

What would I do without you

For as you stay wet with the morning dew

Provide me with shade, not just a few

Life here will only be, because of you

I have you still in your towering state

To look on your trunk with hearts whittled by lovers mate

Who in moments of affection wanting to remember

A life to live expressions of love, so fresh, so tender

Yet, while you outlive the days of men 

In a time when you bloom, a watcher of time

A time like yours and mine, would cut off your branches 

Exposing your trunk, just the start to see what He's about

For none here is by his own, all that we are will be shown

See fallen limbs, just removed 

No where now for others to rest

The bark of your form once your protection 

Thrown in every direction

Stripped now exposing your softness 

Can even be seen a layer of tenderness

Exposed by hands not made by flesh or earthly

What's left comes from all that shaving, cutting, chiseling, polishing

In the master's shop, on His block 

When all is done, it's only just begun

What's left is what's imagined by a Creator

Whose eternal workmanship is past finding out

Laid bare before Him, soon I'll find out

Always there, though hidden from view

Nothing's impossible for Him to do

It's what men of every stature fail to see 

In every seed lies an immortel tree

In every immortel tree lies a rod

With so much to accomplish

Much foes to vanquished

Would that men everywhere know 

Not by our stature, strength, even power

Only by Him our strong tower

By surrender, by love

A rod in such hands

Is all God demands