SEEDS
Words & Music by Pat Alger, Ralph Murphy / From the Dennis Warner CD “Seeds”
I often stop on my way home and watch the children play
And I wonder if they wonder what they’ll become 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
It’s sometimes sand
We’re all just Seeds in God’s hands
I saw a friend the other day, I hardly recognized
She’d done a lot of living since I last looked in her eyes
She told her tale of how she’d failed the lessons she’d been taught
But offered no excuses and left me with this thought
CHORUS
BRIDGE: And as I’m standing at this crossroads once again
I’m reminded we’re all the same when we begin
And in the end….
CHORUS