planting seeds in harsh conditions

the thick atmosphere, filtering hearts
moving of the waves, passing of art
clasped to our eyes, the vent of the world
the truth being rehearsed, while our our minds are being swirled
but one thing is constant, the One of rejoice
brings out the ready, watering each voice
careful to touch, each idle mind
the breath of the truth, to refresh mankind
“and with these hands”, you say inside
“i work only for One who shall provide”
for His voice can grow gardens, a lush of greens
because through Him every heart can be seen
we are the ones who carry the seed
across the lands, across the sea
there we plant and we may not see
the wonders of it’s growth, the height of the trees
but it is our hope for it to be
always, always, growing in Thee

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