In the quiet of surrender, we find our strength,
As seeds buried deep, awaiting life’s length.
Jesus, the sower, tills the soil of our hearts,
Planting purpose and grace where darkness departs.
He bore the cross, His suffering profound,
A grain of wheat falling to fertile ground.
Submission, the secret of His sacred art,
In yielding, we discover our truest part.
“Die to self,” He whispers, the call so clear,
Release your desires, let go of fear.
For in this surrender, a transformation begins,
From brokenness to beauty, where redemption wins.
Love blooms like petals kissed by morning dew,
Kindness unfurls, compassion anew.
Faithfulness roots deep, unyielding and strong,
As we yield to God’s will, where we truly belong.
The harvest awaits, abundant and sweet,
Fruit borne from surrender, our purpose complete.
Just as wheat transforms, so do our lives,
In dying to self, His glory survives.
