(Pat Alger/Ralph Murphy) Sometimes I stop on my way home And watch the children play And I wonder if they wonder What they`ll be someday Some will dream a big dream And make it all come true While others go on dreaming Of things they`ll never do We`re all just seeds In God`s hands We start the same But where we land Is sometimes fertile soil And sometimes sand We`re all just seeds In God`s hands I saw a friend the other day I hardly recognized He`d done a lot of living Since I`d last looked in his eyes He told his tale of how he`d failed The lessons he`d been taught But he offered no excuses And he left me with this thought We`re all just seeds In God`s hands We start the same But where we land Is sometimes fertile soil And sometimes sand We`re all just seeds In God`s hands As I`m standing at a crossroads once again I`m reminded we`re all the same when we begin And in the end... We`re all just seeds In God`s hands We start the same But where we land Is sometimes fertile soil And sometimes sand We`re all just seeds In God`s hands We`re all just seeds In God`s hands
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