Every Seed Dies Before It Grows

I have a mix of rocks and seeds

Some are wants and some are needs 

And my worried little heart, it bleeds

For they all look alike 

Some are my wishes and my dreams 

Some are my best plans and schemes

Most of which I guess it seems 

Are hard to tell between 

Some have come from my heart 

Some are the Master's work of art

Some are close some far apart 

And I don't know which to plant 

Say there's a seed I want to keep 

Or a rock who's harvest I'll never reap 

Or a dream who's ending is just so cheap 

What will I do then? 

But to bury or plant is all the same 

It merely has a different name 

And I can avoid much hurt and shame

By putting them in the ground 

To lay them all to die again 

Whether hope or wish or dream or sin 

I know the only way to win 

Is to willingly lose it all 

So I plant them all in the Master's field 

My rocks to rest and my seeds to yield 

And this I know the promise sealed

One must die to truly live 

Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. ~John 12:24

You foolish person! What you sow does not come to life unless it dies.

~ 2 Corinthians 15:36