Planting seeds is a game of chance,
Anticipation is what keeps you alive,
Just one hint of green,
A hint of life that brings comfort,
Progress, like fingers reaching to the sky,
They pull themselves up and begin to thrive,
Hope keeps your prayers constant,
That what you see won't wilt away,
Faith tells you your prayers haven't gone unanswered,
And hints again at the day the flowers will come into view,
Progress is when you see the leafs,
Slowly coming out to see the summer sun,
When it seems to shine curiously brighter,
Patience is when you stay inside from the cold,
When you strain to see your plants still alive,
Progress is when spring comes,
The green has become vibrant and growing still,
Happiness comes when the buds can be seen up close,
Too small for a normal eye, but you've been taught well,
Dedication is when you still lift your eyes to the sky,
And pray even when everything looks perfect,
Faith keeps you confident and takes away doubt,
Fear comes when you know God controls everything,
When you understand everything is a blessing,
Reward comes when you trust in the Lord,
When your roses have come into full bloom,
Calling them your own,
Holding them proudly, with loving jealousy,
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