First Fruits
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As the storm breaks away and the sun shines through
a sense of serenity forms.
From mud and broken earth
the cultivator massages the soil
sowing seeds of hope
A promise of fresh fruit
A seed no longer trapped in dark depths
Unseen•unfelt•unheard
Begins to break forth
In a silent song of celebration
Like a newborn
Glimpsing their first light
and discovering earth anew
So, the seed sprouts
His cultivated creation
On purpose
On time; in His time
The first fruits of the mysterious miracle
Called out of darkness and brought forth into marvelous light
Seen•felt•heard
We, the yielded fruits of our Father
guided through the unknowns
growing in surrender.
Nurtured by the hand of
Our Gentle Gardner.
⸺ 1 Peter 2:9 But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light.
