To Glory, Spring

Progeny of fall, dying toil
Beneath each day’s more sunlit skies
A kernel lone within the soil
Unless it dies; unless it dies

Frost, winter ground and coat has burst
Tomb and linen strips have faltered
The root must plunge in effort first
Further downward; further downward

What life warmth doth now awaken!
From Firstfruit’s death and crimson earth
Rises that sweet yield of heaven
The second birth; the second birth

In heat of day, dry winds are spun
With worm upon and thorn beside
Yet brightly shines the giving sun
To eventide; to eventide

And in the storm, this Providence:
Drink of rain and nourishing flood
Pest washed away, day-fire relents
From trial, good; from trial, good

My body, seed, shall root where pressed
And work until bloom of blessing
From the grave, I, my Lord’s harvest
To Glory, spring; to Glory, spring

Ryan Cornett, 2022

#009 How To Get Started Smoking a Pipe and Helping Lead the Church During the Pandemic

In this episode, Ryan gives his recommendations for trying out the wonderfully relaxing and contemplative hobby of pipe smoking. He also talks about what he and his fellow elders have done during the quarantine to shepherd the church family.