A Seedling's Song of Praise to Her Husbandman

For years as a Prodigal Daughter, I searched for meaning in a variety of philosophies from Transcendental Meditation to Eastern Religions of all kinds. Not finding anything that filled my soul as Jesus had once done, I came back to The Savior of the World, Jesus Christ.

One day I was reading in the bible where God was the "husbandman". I looked up the word and it meant, in essence, the caretaker of plants. Since I was an experienced horticulturist, it sent me off on a road that lead to the knowledge that I was a seedling planted long ago -- when I was a young child and asked Jesus to come live in my heart -- and God had been a very patient husbandman with me as I searched in all the wrong places.. The result was this poem: "Seedling Song of Praise to My Husbandman". I share it with you in the hopes it will stir whatever The Holy Spirit deems important inside your spirit.

Seedling Song of Praise to My Husbandman
by April Lorier 1997-2007

What knows more freedom than the young seed piercing

rocky soil driven in its struggle to rise above?

Does The Husbandman lie the sapling down, cover

its new growth with soil, re-root it to failures?

Nay! The Husbandman waters His parched starts,

nurtures His feeble fumbling seedlings,

smiles on inched-pinched growth, gnarled and precious.

Unhindered, His tender seedlings bend toward The Light.

This green stretching soul foolishly owning

each neophyte sprout, slid slowly on will's incline

into wily windy Eastern Damage, only to return

with pulpy, pithy veins and sun-starved stems.

Did this seedling cut off light, air, nourishment--

Very Life, and expect to self-sustain?

Natures edict: Strong winds shall blow, I shall bend; But

green, supple, Life-full, wiser, unbreakable.

Rooted in costly Golgotha soil, I rise eternal,

for Absolutely Worthy is my Husbandman.