"Seedling" As we watched your flower fading Your beauty bending twor' the ground we are sad, but not forever we shall see your smile again As we looked the sun was setting all about us shadows fell but we will sleep in hope believing that the sun will rise again Sown in death but raised in glory sown in weakness raised in might is not this the gospel story a dieing seed shall come to life! As we watched the winter leaving naked trees on a barren hill we hear a distant song of sparrows singing praises for the spring And the dieing God is living death has lost its fatal sting in the one who follows Jesus Christ, the resurrected King. C.W. Butch Olmstead ...for Joanna