I sometimes feel that I am like a seedling
Not fully formed to what I'm born to be
Growing in the air beneath the heavens
Just waiting for the day that I break free.

I've felt the force of wind and stormy weather.
I've felt at peace but not like I belong.
For I believe that life beyond is better,
Where after death my soul will carry on.

And when I bloom and burst through heaven's boundary
To take my place with those who bloomed before,
Surrounded by an Eden unimagined
I'll glorify the Lord forevermore.


(c) 2013 by Jeff Leslie
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