A seed begins with its size so small
To many it is hardly ever seen
Wants to grow and become very tall
But it is so very timid and keen
The little twigs lit with fire
Seems to me so small and weak
They have a desire to grow big and higher
But for more fuel in must go seek
There's a stream down the way
So skinny and small waiting to grow
Like it is now, it doesn't want to stay
It longs to become more so it will know
This you have now seen through my eyes
The one here who longs to become more wise
From Originals 2005 – Written in April 2005
Grace-Filled Hope 