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 seed

A 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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This poem is about faith, creation, and the belief that life unfolds according to divine timing and purpose. It uses natural imagery, seeds, trees, rain, seasons, and growth, to show how life follows a cycle that is not always immediately understandable, but is steady and intentional.

The repeated idea of a seed becoming a plant reflects patience, transformation, and the hidden processes that lead to visible beauty over time.

The poem then connects this natural order to the development of a child in the womb. It describes pregnancy as a sacred and mysterious process, where life forms quietly and beautifully under the care of a higher power.

The detailed imagery of growth, bones, skin, fingers, and features, emphasizes awe at how complex and delicate creation is. This reinforces the idea that life is not random, but carefully shaped and protected within a larger design.

At its heart, the poem expresses trust in divine timing, especially in relation to life, growth, and the arrival of a child. It acknowledges that humans may not always understand why things happen when they do, but suggests that beauty eventually emerges from every season.

“Everything is made beautiful in its time” serves as both reassurance and reflection, offering comfort through the belief that even waiting, uncertainty, and unseen growth have meaning within a greater plan.