Seeds
Life's Garden: Nurturing Dreams in God's Hands
Lyrics
Sometimes I stop on my way home
Sometimes, on my way home, I pause.
And watch the children play
I observe children playing.
And I wonder if they wonder
I wonder if they ponder their future.
What they'll be someday
Contemplating what lies ahead for them.
Some will dream a big dream
Some have ambitious aspirations.
And make it all come true
They work hard to achieve their dreams.
While others go on dreaming
Others persist in dreaming without action.
Of things they'll never do
Dreaming of unattainable things.
We're all just seeds
We're all beginnings, like seeds, under divine guidance.
In God's hands
Our origin is the same.
We start the same
However, our destinations vary.
But where we land
Some find fertile opportunities,
Is sometimes fertile soil
While others encounter barren circumstances.
And sometimes sand
We're all like seeds, directed by fate or divine will.
We're all just seeds
Reiterating that we are all in divine hands.
In God's hands
Emphasizing our shared beginning.
I saw a friend the other day
An encounter with a changed friend.
I hardly recognized
Not easily recognizable due to significant experiences.
He'd done a lot of living
He's lived a lot since our last meeting.
Since I'd last looked in his eyes
Reflecting on the changes seen in his eyes.
He told his tale of how he'd failed
He shared his story of failure and lessons.
The lessons he'd been taught
Learning from the experiences he faced.
But he offered no excuses
Accepting responsibility without offering excuses.
And he left me with this thought
Leaving a thought-provoking idea.
We're all just seeds
We all commence as seeds under divine guidance.
In God's hands
Our inception is similar.
We start the same
But our outcomes diverge.
But where we land
Some find fertile ground,
Is sometimes fertile soil
While others encounter barren circumstances.
And sometimes sand
Reiterating that we're all guided by fate or divine will.
We're all just seeds
Highlighting our shared origins.
In God's hands
Standing at a pivotal moment once again,
As I'm standing at a crossroads once again
Realizing our shared beginnings.
I'm reminded we're all the same when we begin
Concluding that ultimately,
And in the end...
We're all like seeds, under divine guidance.
We're all just seeds
Our origins are identical.
In God's hands
Reaffirming our shared beginnings.
We start the same
However, our destinations differ.
But where we land
Some find fertile opportunities,
Is sometimes fertile soil
While others encounter barren circumstances.
And sometimes sand
Reiterating that we're all directed by fate or divine will.
We're all just seeds
Stressing our shared beginnings.
In God's hands
Underscoring that we're all under divine guidance.
We're all just seeds
Repeating the notion that we are all like seeds under divine care.
In God's hands
Concluding that we are all under divine guidance.
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