One Small Seed Newsletter – Edition #227, January 2020
I send greetings and blessing for a blessed new year for you. As each of us confront the trials, tribulations, and evils of our day, I pray that God will relieve you of your enemies and give you peace in spirit, soul, and mind. In the midst of these challenges, draw closer to him. He will wrap his arms around you and comfort you with his presence. I pray that God will loosen the shackles of life and cause them to fall away, freeing you to serve your Creator with all diligence and energy God’s seed is freed, He does not wish for any to perish, which is why He sent the offspring of His love to provide a way to eternal life in Him.
Free to Give Thanks
With a heart full of gratitude, I thank you for letting me extend my love of my heavenly Father to your home. God truly blesses me. My hope is to continue to inspire hope as you continue to read the messages shared here.
As we journey into the New Year, remember the freedom and peace that come from our relationship with God. Through the trials and tribulations, He offers us comfort and eternal hope. May this year be filled with spiritual renewal, as we embrace the love and freedom that only Christ can provide. To start the New Year I want to thank all those who have contributed to One Small Seed in 2019. Thank you for being part of the One Small Seed community. As we look ahead, I urge each of you to continue sharing God’s love, and as always, remember that God’s seed is free, eternal, and alive within us.
My poem for this month is titled “God’s Seed Is Freed” and to you from me, God bless.
Your friend in Christ,
Rodney Roberts
God’s Seed is Freed
Look and see,
Who's that walking down the street?
Must be me
With the shackles on my feet.
Blinded eyes,
Hands are tied behind my back;
There's no lies
Loaded in my beggars sack.
Broken heart,
Tears that seem to never fall.
Torn apart,
There's no friends to ever call.
Weary feet,
As they pound against the ground.
Lonely street-
Seems there's no one else around.
Years of toil,
Now my body's full of pain;
Back to soil,
Where's my profit or my gain?
In the skies
Is the answer to my quest
My hope lies
Buried deep within my chest
There's no fear
Death is knocking on my door
I can hear
Jesus' call from Heaven's floor
I now rise
Earthly ties to life are done
My soul flies
To the presence of the Son.
Look and see,
Who's that lying in the street
Must be me
Still with shackles on my feet
Can't you see
I'm not bound to earthly clay
Can't be me
They are bearing it away
Now they lay
Broken clay within the dust
But today
I'm alive in Godly trust
There's no need
For that clay to ever rise
Godly seed
Is alive and never dies
It's not bound
In the things that pass away
Or is found
In a lifeless coat of clay
But it's form
Comes from God who makes anew
And it's norm
's not compared to earthly view
For we know
By the witness found within
And we show
By the love we give to men.
That's not me
Lying cold within the ground
For I'm free
And in Eden I am bound.
RR