Small Beginnings

The Maker looked lovingly at the seeds in His hand

Each barely an eighth an inch long,
And smiled and nodded approvingly
As the other trees broke out in song,
The little seeds little knew at that time
The great lesson that God was showing,
Or the noble cause for which they were made

And the honor that He was bestowing,
From humble beginnings and lowly estate
These seeds would stand mighty and tall,
Clapping their hands in worship and praise
To greet Jesus the Maker of all,
So if you’re not noble or mighty
Remember neither were they,
Sequoias took thousands of years to grow
They didn’t grow up in one day.

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