Seeds Lyrics - Kathy Mattea

(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