
Who knows how a seed turns into a shoot
A shoot grows into a tree
A tree grows to bear fruit
A fruit brings forth seedA seed dies in the ground turning into a shoot
A shoot…
Life cycle begins again
Who knows this cycle
Except You Master Creator of all things
Seasons we wait upon
Rain to fall on a new crop
Flowers to bloom in spring
Nothing moves faster or slower
Than how You intend it to
Everything is made beautiful in its time
Who knows how a seed turns into a tiny human
Nine months hidden in darkness
Breathing
Growing
Playing
Yawning
Swallowing
Who forms tiny bones, skin
Who sculpts tiny fingers, toes
Who paints tiny eyes, nose, lips
Who draws tiny fingerprints
Except You Master Creator of all things
Everything is made beautiful in its time
Who knows how a tiny drop of rainfall
Splatters to the earth in millions of droplets
Quenching the thirsty ground in splendour
Who knows how a cactus survives in the desert
Amidst scorching heat from the sun
Beautiful flowers bloom even in winter
Beauty surrounds our conscious minds
Nobody knows
Times and seasons
Except You Master Creator of all things
You know every inch of life’s journey
You created by Your Hands
God of thunder, yet God of immense love
The wonders of a child in the womb
How you protect
How you feed
How you build
How you give life
How you provide
Only the master of Creation knows
Everything becomes beautiful in its time
You Master of Creation
Makes everything beautiful
In its time
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