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The morning star awakes midst dark desolate space. The earthly seed dies. The godly child is born. He plays in ethereal wonder.

The certainty is trouble, sorrow, pain, then death; foolish dust wishing to be god.

This time-bound garden is a planting for eternity. Man is man. God is God. The Son died to yield life without. The seed dies to yield life within.

Faith, hope, and love will remain. Faith sprouts through hearing. Hope grows through persevering. Love blossoms through waking. This flower yields eternal fruit.

Here is peace and hope; joyful noise setting the living Word; gentle rain watering the yearned for spring; fuel for the celestial fire.

For we do not know what to pray for as we ought,
but the Spirit himself intercedes for us
with groanings too deep for words.