Seeds
Whate’er you do, be sure you know
The seeds you plant will surely grow
Your seeds of love, your seeds of strife
Will swiftly sprout throughout your life
Beware, you sowers of distress
The seeds you plant will soon progress
Though seeds of sin may seem so small
They grow to fruitful trees so tall
That fruit is poison, please take heed
And never sow such bitter seed
Take heart, you sowers of delight
Of what is true and just and right
Though oft you cannot see them grow
Such seeds bear more than e’er you know
Such trees of righteousness supply
Sweet fruits of hope when times are dry
Our King is just; be sure you know
We all will reap the seeds we sow
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