The Imperishable Seed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The season of new birth is near.

Though winter’s not yet gone,

I know that in a few months time

Spring will be coming on.

 

The blossoms will burst forth in joy,

New leaves dapple the trees,

And everywhere we’ll hear the song

Of cheery little bees.

 

Yet all that new life teeming forth

Will pass with autumn’s breath

And disappear beneath the snow

In winter’s icy death.

 

There is no life upon this earth

That will not someday end.

This is the destiny of all,

From which we can’t defend.

 

Place not your hope in wealth or fame,

That’s hope to no avail,

For only by the Word of God

Can hope truly prevail.

 

For it is not the seeds of spring

In which true hope grows rife,

But, in the pure seed of His Word,

Rests mankind’s hope of life.      

 

1 Peter 1:23

since you have been born again, not of perishable seed but of imperishable, through the living and abiding word of God;