by Edgar A. Guest
I paid a dime for a package of seeds
And the clerk tossed them out with a flip.
“we've got ‘em assorted for every man's needs,”
He said with a smile on his lip,
“Pansies and poppies and asters and peas!
Ten cents a package! And pick as you please.”
Now seeds are just dimes to the man in the store,
And the dimes are the things that he needs;
And I've been to buy them in seasons before,
But have thought of them merely as seeds;
But it flashed through my mind as I took them this time,
“You have purchased a miracle here for a dime!”
“You've a dime's worth of power no man can create,
You've a dime's worth of life in your hand!
You've a dime's worth of mystery, destiny, fate,
Which the wisest cannot understand.
In this bright little package, now isn't it odd?
You've a dime's worth of something known only to God.”
I just read an article comparing the package of seeds, in the poem above to us, you and me. We are like a small package of seeds, with potential within, for the accomplisment of great and mighty things. Only God our Father knows the extent of the miracle of our potential and hidden power and beauty.
He delights in watching us blossom and bloom!
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