You planted a seed and watched it grow <br />And proudly you surveyed <br />As you watched it and cared for it <br />A sturdy plant you'd made. And then the wind and storm came down <br />And your sturdy plant did fall. <br />It twisted it and tore it <br />And ruin lay over it all. A proud man never claims defeat <br />And so you tried once more <br />To plant a crop of seedlings <br />Your pride began to soar. And once again you proudly said <br />"I knew I couldn't fail" <br />And once again—before your eyes <br />The wind began to wail. And once again the storm clouds came <br />And tore across your land <br />And totally destroyed <br />The labor of your hand. Now, my friend, there is a seed <br />that God would bid you sow. <br />It's a seed of love and giving <br />It's not a debt you owe. It's a seed that's ever growing <br />How straight and tall it stands <br />No storm can ever tear it down <br />It's made by the Master's Hand. So plant your seed in God's Garden <br />And blessings you will reap <br />In wisdom, love and happiness <br />When all God's Laws you keep.<br /><br />Betty Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tithing-a-seed-in-god-s-garden/
