It started out as a miniature seed
It began so little looking insignificant
As if it would not attain to anything
Yet in its littleness was life given to it
In its smallness God breathe into it
That it may fulfil His purpose on earth
Being recognized as a gift that makes way for the bearer
While to some it’s a unique talent
Very rare and unheard amongst many people
But we all as heathen vessel do possess it
Embedded into our system and structure
Well composed into our being and life
Imbibed into our blood and its minute cells
Into our genome and its chromosome
To affect and effect changes into our generation
That we might serve God as a seed in our time
And being accountable to Him in our generation
For in our mortal body resides
The gene in a generation.
© Dec 2006
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