Seeds — текст песни (mattea kathy)

(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