I Planted Some Seed



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I planted some seeds in my garden, hoping for a beautiful crop, but when roses began to bloom, my heart was filled with praise to God. He gave me more than I expected—a lasting harvest and eternal forgiveness, a truth I’ve held close. I planted seeds of compassion and prayed for them to grow, and He gave me people to shower with love along the way. I sowed seeds of encouragement, asking God to bless them, and He filled my heart with hope to share with everyone I know. I planted seeds of faithfulness, praying over my small offerings, and He filled my garden with faith—though I noticed a few weeds. I asked Him to forgive my doubt, pulled the weeds, and He set me apart. Tested and tried, I wondered if I might have to give my life so others could live, like a pod releasing its seeds.

I Planted Some Seed

I planted some seed in my  garden;
In hopes of a beautiful crop.
But when It came sprouting up roses;
God's praise filled my every thought. 

God gave me more than I hoped for;
He gave me a harvest that lasts.
He gave me forgiveness eternal;
And I 've kept this truth in my grasp.

 I planted some seed of compassion;
And I prayed Lord please help it grow.
So the Lord gave to me a remnant;
To shower with love as I go.

 I planted seeds of encouragement;
And prayed Lord bless the seed I sow.
So the Lord filled my heart with His hope;
To share with all people I know. 

I planted seeds of  faithfulness;
And prayed Lord bless these meager seeds;
The Lord filled my garden full of faith;
But I found a few  little weeds.

So I prayed  to the Lord in heaven;
Please, forgive me,  the doubt in my heart.
I pulled out the weeds from my garden.
And the Lord, He set me apart. 

Tested And tried I thought I would die;
I thought to myself could it be?
That I must die for others to live;
Like a pod that casts forth it's seeds. 



Susan Y Nikitenko
April 30th, 2013 - 2026©
 John 12:24

Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit.

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Rare Flowers

Rare Flowers

If I found beautiful rare flowers;

I’d share this beauty with you.

In hopes that you would receive it;

And enjoy its fine beauty too.

God is the God of miracles;

This saying, though old, is true.

From the gleaming sun of creation;

To the loveliest orchid of blue.

From whispering winds of refreshment;

To showering splashes of streams.

From beautiful fields of flowers;

Colorful rainbows, bright stars and dreams.

Each an amazing miracle;

Bringing faith to a doubting heart.

God’s hand has created great fountains;

In dry cold desert places of dark.

On dead soil, a desert lay waste;

Until the hand of God intervenes.

The miracle hand of God’s grace;

Sprouts flowers in places not seen.

I have, found beautiful rare flowers;

Not known to the natural man.

Found in the places of God’s touch.

Flowers of faith, I hold in my clutch.

I will not keep this treasure to self;

But cast their beauty to the wind.

And ask the Lord to direct their flow.

Empty deserts, may you bloom and grow.

And as the Lord looked upon the deep;

A lifeless flow without form or void.

Transformed the dead, to light and life;

Filled with flowers, now so enjoyed.

I know a heart can be flowerless;

Dead and dark, in coldness and despair.

But the God of miracles and love;

Transforms, and makes alive, He cares.

Replaces the stones of deadness,

Replaces the spaces of dread,

With New Life, and fountains of His Joy;

He raises a soul from the dead.

Please take the flowers of kindness.

Please receive the flower of Grace.

Jesus died and arose in power.

Your heart can be transformed this hour.

May your heart bloom and shine in His grace;

When you see His gift of love so true.

Let the flower of faith bring life to you.

His great Salvation, will make you new.

By: Susan Y Nikitenko

Revised July 8th, 2010

Ephesians

2:8-10

For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:

Not of works, lest any man should boast.

For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.

Revised July 8th 2010

(I changed flower to orchid 2022)

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Weeping Willow

Weeping Willow

Like a lovely  weeping willow;

That sings within the wind.

Let us sing rejoicing in Truth;

Pointing lost souls to Him.

Like a lovely weeping willow;

Bearing much precious seed.

Let our branches reach out;

To hungry souls in need.

Like the willow after the rain;

Bowing low to the ground.

Let our hearts and souls bow to pray;

Weeping until they be found.

And as the willow rejoices;

When the sun warms its limbs.

Let us rejoice like the angels;

When one soul comes to Him.

Susan Y Nikitenko
March 4th, 2012 ©

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