His Resurrection Breaks Us Free

 

Tree Seed Pods Identification Guide: 75 Species

The Seed Pod

By Hope Ellen Rapson

I walked along a quiet lake today,

And found a seed pod along the way.

Long and leathery, it outlined so tight,

Tomb-door shapes, darkly out of sight.

Each had a slightly different shape,

Some a gothic arch, some a rounded cape.

All are bound until sun, soil, and rain,

Allow the casings that restrain.

To rot or tear away, setting each one free,

That they might, in strength, grow the tree,

From where they first originated,

And for which they were created.

So, we, in some unmeasured season,

Will be released, revealing the reason,

Our restricting pods were closed to grow,

Us into the likeness of Him we know,

Broke from His cave of death,

Bringing new life and spirit-breath

To those who lay entrapped by sin.

Indeed, we need not strive to win,

Or make the changes we think just,

But only love and know, obey and trust

All God has powerfully given,

In Christ who, then and now, has risen!