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