Like Seed Corn

"As the seed corn sheddeth on the threshingfloor
That which once was precious--needed now no more--
So the nearest, dearest that would hold in thrall
Let thy winnowing fingers loosen:
Love be Lord of all.

As the seed corn falleth in the quiet ground;
As it lieth hidden, with no stir nor sound--
So would I, They seed corn, deep in stillness fall,
That of me there may be nothing:
Thou be All in all.

As the seed corn springeth lowly at Thy feet--
Spear of green uplifteth, yieldeth ear of wheat--
So in tender mercy, though the seed be small,
Let it bring forth for Thy glory
Who art Lord of all."

~Amy Carmichael