Across the seas in an old clay jar
A journey vast, a journey far
A small seed hidden amongst the cargo
From Portugal west, on past Key Largo
Then north she sailed on up to Boston
Yet on the manifest the seed was not on
Unloaded by porters, kept in a warehouse
Narrowly escaping the jaws of a mouse
Purchased by a farmer unknowing
The treasure he would soon be stowing
In an old barn in upstate New York
The jar set next to an old hay fork
One day the farmer’s wife decided
To use the jar (with the seed inside it)
What she didn’t know as she washed it out
The washed out seed would one day sprout
And from the seed she’d one day see
The blossoms on an apple tree
The farmer and his wife were most delighted
And to their farm many were invited
To come and taste the many treats
Which started with an apple seed
Strudel, pie, and like no other…
The family favorite: apple butter!
For you never know along life’s journey
Which direction you might be turning
And you may not know if you’ll survive
‘Til your vessel is emptied, you gain new life
God the Father redeems what once was lost
It wasn’t free, Christ paid the cost
Tell others of your perilous journey
How you were lost and even hurting
Then tell of how your heart does blossom
How one small seed became so awesome
How God’s hand was always on the rudder
Brought from peril to hope and endless wonder
That’s what it’s like to know you’re saved
Especially after the way you behaved
To know God had a plan all along
To bring you though, grow your soul strong
Once lost, now saved, and like the apple butter
You are indeed a gift, bless one another!
10/14/24
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