Kathy Mattea
Seeds

(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


Mirror lyrics:

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


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