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Sometimes I stop on my way home
And watch the children play
And I wonder if they wonder
What they'll be some day
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

And as I'm standing at a crossroad 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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