The Hole He Dug For Me
A whole was dug for me one day,
\tmy Master placed me in.
I wanted out. I feared the worst;
\tI feared it was my end.
The hole was deep; had no way out.
\tI wondered if my grave.
But instead of buried – planted me,
\tfor the rest of life to save.
The hole enough to cause despair
\tbut not enough for Him;
He pulls the dirt to cover me
\tthen tamps to seal me in.
The hole the site where death would die,
\tno chances would He give;
was there that death was put away,
\twas there that life first lived.
The hole this life in darkness grew,
\tunseen by human eye;
the tender stage of new began
\tbut first the old would die.
And now this hole reverses roles,
\twhere first it was to kill;
now protects as life is formed,
\tits new role now to fill.
This hole holds in, becomes the bed
\tin which this life will grow,
but planted deep and tamped in tight,
\tthe process starts out slow.
Eventually the hole gives way to life;
\tit cannot be contained.
The roots first sign of life unseen,
\tnow the visible life sustains.
The hole He dug I thought my grave,
\tit turned out not my end;
He dug it deep and planted me
\tthat new life could begin.
MJ
John 12:24
I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.