My tissues are dead technically; my death functionally necessary for my very survival. Necessary so that I might degrade gradually and fall apart. This is my only escape during my tumbling.
When I come to rest I choose to be near water releasing my seed as I swell and tumble again.
You and I are alike. You show the world the parts of you above ground; only parts you choose of you for them to see. The more mature you became, the more you detached from your roots and broke free.
I saw your death too. How you surrendered all to your God. Shed your sin, washed away your transgressions and became new. Baptized at the water banks. I saw how you slowly died and were born again. I was there. I was there swelling with a new seed just like you. We were both saved that day in order to serve him. Saved to serve. (1 Tim 1:1-2)
And then each of us in our own way tumbles along spreading the seed of a new day, and a risen King.
But we know that there is only one God, the Father, who created everything, and we live for him. And there is only one Lord, Jesus Christ, through whom God made everything and through whom we have been given life. (1 Cor 8:6)