Nobody mentions Grandma Moses anymore, but she painted her first
picture at age 76, and lived to be 101 before her doctor said she "just wore out,"
but famous around the world.
If you get the feeling that you may as well give
up, think again, and think of Granny, whose paintings became worldwide winners when
she was years past what we consider retirement age. I'm reminded of a song written by Trent Jeffcoat, called "Just A seed" It's written as if a seed, growing into a tree, could talk. I've taken "poet's license" to make slight
changes, because it's different to sing a song, or to read it as a poem...In fact, I've done the same thing, in writing the song, "Friday," in which it's as if that
fateful day could have talked. Here's that poem by Trent Jeffcoat now:.."Just a Seed:"
For centuries kids have cooled off in my shade and climbed my limbs
been a home to blue birds; and I protect them from the wind
If you want the world
to see your heart, carve it into me
But in the hands of a carpenter, I, so much
more, can be
Frame your memories on my walls; swing on your front porch in me
Or there's a table built with love, to bring together families
don't tell me that you're too small to do amazing things...cause I was just a seed
sang the chords to "Ring of Fire" when J. Cash strummed my strings
Babe Ruth held me in his hands as he took those mighty swings
And how those Wright
Brothers got me in the air, is anybody's guess
And those wagon wheels that
carved a way, as pioneers crossed the West
I sailed Columbus' wooden ships,
over wild, uncharted seas
Who would have thought they'd name Andrew Jackson
(Old Hickory) after me
I'm proud to hold you as you rock your little ones
And to be that cross around your neck, to show what you believe
They drape a flag upon me when a soldier's laid to rest
cut me down and take my life, when I am at my best
So don't tell me that
you're too small to do amazing things
There's just no telling what you'll
do...and what persistence brings
A grain of faith is all you need. Remember.
I was just a seed
This poem reminds us more than ever that you and God make a
majority. Trust in Him and take a new hitch at life, doing it HIS way. I'm not necessarily talking rich in money, although
it can happen. Remember you wouldn't trade your heart or lungs or brain for a million dollars, so go with what you have.
Give you life to Christ and ask Him to take the rest of your trip through life together.