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 dreamin'
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 livin'
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 standin'
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