The season of harvesting and the season of sowing are separate interrupted by a hibernation that is as deathYet this apparent grave becomes unmaskedthe snow melts and the ground thaws Fields present themselves for plowingso that the soil may breathe and receive the seeds from harvest pastThe seeds that must die will be sown
dying to birth that which has been lying dormantoffering themselves to bring forth fruitFor this purpose, they are thrown down
This writing is still in flux but has arisen from this verse in Luke that has been sticking with me during this Lenten season and from singing in church this morning the The Desert Song by Hillsong, the last verse in particular always seems to get me
John 12:24 - Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.
The Desert Song by Hillsong
Verse 1:
This is my prayer in the desert
And all that's within me feels dry
This is my prayer in the hunger in me
My God is a God who provides
Verse 2:
And this is my prayer in the fire
In weakness or trial or pain
There is a faith proved
Of more worth than gold
So refine me Lord through the flames
Chorus:
And I will bring praise
I will bring praise
No weapon forged against me shall remain
I will rejoice
I will declare
God is my victory and He is here
Verse 3:
And this is my prayer in the battle
And triumph is still on it's way
I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ
So firm on His promise I'll stand
Bridge:
All of my life
In every season
You are still God
I have a reason to sing
I have a reason to worship
Verse 4:
This is my prayer in the harvest
When favor and providence flow
I know I'm filled to be emptied again
The seed I've received I will sow
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