I will plant potatoes on Good Friday
In the dirt with the eyes to the sky.
After a while a small shoot peeks out .
The potatoes that appeared lifeless was alive .
As Easter is about here it reminds me
Of grandma and I as we planted potatoes on Good Friday .
How hopeless Jesus followers
Must have felt when they saw Him die on the cross
And watched his lifeless body carried away
And sealed in a tomb
Hope was not dead .
Three days later Jesus would rise
Triumphant over death and the grave .
Jesus' resurrection is a far greater miracle
Than grandma's and my potato plants
But the potatoes show me that even
When the outlook seems hopeless ,
We all can wait on God .
Who offers new life , new hope
And new beginnings .
I do believe .
Remember , a prayer becomes your habit
Miracles become your lifestyle .
I Love You All
By Brock
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