Very truly, I tell you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains just a single grain; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.
– John 12:24 (NRSV)
God of Justice
God of Mercy
Let me be that tiny grain
Grant me patience
In my waiting
Grant me courage
For the dying that must come
And, whether or not
I see the beauty of the golden field
Let me know deeply
Let me know truly
That I have served you well
I am yours
All the Wonders 