I am perishing
Without your vision
I am craving
Your direction
Confirming the desires I’ve been carrying
Oh galaxy spanning story spinning matchlessly redeeming One!
This is dying is painful
I am this seed
Falling to the ground like wheat
The germinating in cold and darkness
Unseen, underground
Rebirthing
Growing into a new stalk
With hundreds of generations
To release.
Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. Whoever loves his life loses it, and whoever hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life. If anyone serves me, he must follow me; and where I am, there will my servant be also. If anyone serves me, the Father will honor him. - John 12:24-26
