The dismal barren earth quietly sleeps,
     During the long cold winter rain.
The musatrd seed warm and deep...,
               it's vigil keeps,
Knowing spring will come again.

God's word put in earthen vessels so long ago,
     His precious gift sent from heaven.
Patiently He waits for it to spread and grow,
And bloom in the hearts of men.

Poem Copyright © 1987 H. L. "Hank" Anderson

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