On fallen morn came disease, death and thorn
On yonder tree, sin broke and bent man to his knee
In the garden an echo sends shivers and the cold corps quivers
Grace! Grace! for sinful ears have heard, God’s redemptive word
Salvation’s seed, responding to depraved need
Planted by sacred quill, on parchment of Holy Will
Nestled, warm, and glowing through prophet’s pen a growing
Seed watered by form, types, and shadows like dew on holy meadows
Thousands of years gone, promises nearly grown
Faith seeing the accomplishment, of the Son Heaven sent.
On night divine, while the star did shine
a mother lay in the hay, the divine appointed way
A promise from scripture, now being held closely against her
Christ from David’s root, bearing sacred fruit
On black noon dooms, yet God’s seed blooms
There on yonder tree, redemption unfolded for all to see
Sowers Pouch 