The Scrawny Little Seed
There once was a man who sold flowers and seeds.
Roses, daises, daffodils, irises and many more flowers adorned the store magnificently.
In the center of the store was a bin filled with seeds, anxiously waiting to be planted, loved and watered, so they could become the beautiful flowers God intended them to be.
One of the bins was filled with nice healthy rose buds, full of life, anxiously waiting to burst out of their outer shell, to be happy and carefree.
In there midst was one scrawny little seed. She would jump up and down with hope and glee saying “Pick me! Pick me! I’m going to be a beautiful red rose one day, just you wait and see.”
The rose bulbs would look at the scrawny little seed in disgust and contempt and say, “Why, you’re nothing but a scrawny little seed. You’re disgusting, and will be lucky to grow into a weed.”
Years and years went by, the scrawny little seed would cry as she waved goodbye to the others, as they would leave. Her last words to them always “I’ll be a beautiful red rose one day, just you wait and see.”
A beautiful lady came one day; she was so sweet, gentle and kind. The scrawny little seed started jumping up and down, shouting “Take me! Take me! I promise I’ll be a beautiful red rose, if you will only take me.
The lady looked at her with a sweet, gentle smile and said, “For you I will pray.” And right before her eyes, she bought every seed and bulb in the store except the scrawny little seed, and walked away.
The man looked in the bin at the scrawny little seed with a wicked grin and said tomorrow my friend you are history for tomorrow I empty and clean all of the bins.”
The loneliness fell, no one came. The scrawny little seed held her head down full of defeat, and shame. The pain within her heart she could no longer contain. She was remembering what all the others had said, “You stupid little seed, you will never be a rose; you are nothing but a weed.” Their taunts, cruel words she could no longer bear.
“Oh Lord,” she cried, “Please forgive me, for I have failed you so miserably. I know now I can never be that beautiful red rose, the most I can ever be is a weed. You see, I’m just a seed.” She fell asleep full of hopelessness and despair. The lights came on, in her misery she didn’t even care. To her darkness and gloom was everywhere. She felt a gentle touch, as gentle as can be. Her heart and eyes were so full of tears she could not see. The kind gentle man dried her tears and said, lean on me.”
The scrawny little seed said dear God, this is frightening me. Why I must be dreaming, can this really be? This kind, gentle man is talking to me.”
The scrawny little seed was stunned and said, “Can’t you see, I’m just a scrawny little seed. You could not possibly want me; the most I’ll ever be is a weed.”
“Not so, said the kind, gentle man, “You Will be a Beautiful Red Rose one day. Why just look at yourself, what can I say? The scrawny little seed looked down and was amazed to see, she had sprouted roots and had become a healthy rose bud, for her it was an awesome sight to see!
The kind gentle man said you are a seed of hope, God created you, and you will be the beautiful Red Rose, He created you to be. We will work together to change many scrawny little seeds destiny. You can exist and never be alive, in this state you will never thrive.
I Am Life, in me you live and move and breathe, only in me can you truly receive.
The healthy little rose bud humbly bowed her head in awe and said, Dear God can this be, that Jesus Christ really died for someone like me. Yes my child He died for you, He loves you, just because you are you.
O Thank you Lord, what a precious gift you have given me.
Make your stand, reach out and take His hand, walk with Him, He loves you unconditionally.
He knows all of your pains, He has suffered them too. He knows exactly what you are going through,
He has been deeply wounded too; it is I who sent Him to you.
You are not the only scrawny little seed crying out to Me. Come take my hand many are withering through out the land.
Oh thank you for the honor your have bestowed upon me.
Let’s go Lord, and set the captives free, so they can be with You throughout eternity.
Look my child what do you see?
Awesome Lord, I am becoming that beautiful Red Rose, You created me to be.
Written by: Shirley Woodruff Taylor
Inspired by God
Written 1988
Revised 2003
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The Gift
I woke up one morning and I heard a small still voice say, Come my child, lets go out and play.
I said with surprise, dare I go out on such a beautiful day?
The small still voice said, dry those tears from your heart and your eyes leave them with yesterday.
Follow me my child, for today you play.
But you don’t understand I said, there is no place for me in this beautiful land, you just don’t understand.
For sure, for sure, there could if you would.
There could if I would, don’t you know they say I’m no good?
There could if you would they just simply misunderstood.
I looked at the morning sun, and I did like what I did see.
A wonderful revelation gave birth in me the past no longer had its place in me.
I’m a conqueror you see, the Kingdom of God lives inside of me.
Wake up, wake up we must go and play, lets not miss a moment of this precious glorious day.
Be still my child, what do you see?
A beautiful brilliantly colored rainbow was in front of me.
It was the most beautiful rainbow throughout history.
I felt so humble; I fell to my knees I could hear the wind gently rustling through the trees.
The small still voice gently said, to everyone a beautiful rainbow is patiently waiting.
My dear, dear child never let anyone steal your glory.
Stealing is an old, old story.
There will be many who will try, my rainbows you cannot buy.
See “I make all things new”, as fresh as the first morning dew.
And I did look and I did see, the most beautiful carousel filled with laughter and glee.
Come my child, follow me.
We got on the carousel, Jesus and me, all darkness and gloom dispelled from me.
Jesus and I walk hand in hand in Victory.
What a precious gift, I am now free to be me.
Written by,
Shirley Woodruff Taylor
Inspired by God
1988
