The Lord made a seed within the universe. It was a place <br />called the earth. A tiny seed of creation. To fill all with an <br />eternal plan. We are all part of the workings. To make a <br />space where we can rest. To have a home in eternal life. <br />Never to die, but only to explore the beyond. <br /> <br />A family of GOD, was created to fill a void of a heart so <br />great. Yet, we ponder our fate. Only to find, we are running <br />late. The son will return, to free us all of late. Our place will <br />fill all space. Onward in prayer, we go to find our place. <br />Call to all, to follow our way. Into creation we go, with an <br />unbridled faith.<br /><br />JOE POEWHIT<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-seed-3/
