From The Seeds Of Failure

From The Seeds Of Failure

From the precious seeds of failure;
which I was loathsome to accept;
became a garden beautiful and pure;
that only a fool would reject.

To most; it appears a garden of weeds;
within them; the flowers grow;
with faith; it fulfills all of our needs;
teaching we reap what we sow.

The gardener looks down upon it;
within him, a deep sense of pride;
value; greater than a king’s ransom;
and, for it’s fruits, he died.

But death was always, only a season;
and seasons are the time for change;
things in nature; happen for a reason;
when death and birth exchange.

Birth and death are the same transition;
when seen from different dimensions;
created to fulfill the masters mission;
love is the true author of intentions.

Death, seen in the heavenly garden;
is birth in the kingdom below;
life must change to receive a pardon;
perfection requires life grow.

Death seen in the kingdom below;
is rebirth in the kingdom above;
God’s sacrifice made man grow;
reborn in the kingdom of love.

Monty 9.15.25. # 2,967