A seed that's sown with love will bear
The sweetest fruit, they say,
And produce a solid harvest
One golden Autumn day.
It's said the rose remembers
The dust from which it came,
And every ear of ripening corn
Knows its Master's name.
The farmer tills the earth, it's true,
And he may work the sod,
But no one owns the earth -
It is a gift of God!
From Eden to the present,
God's blessings have been seen
Each time the snows have melted
And earth again turns green.
Like the lilies of the field,
We're creations from above,
Mere stewards in God's paradise,
Sowing seeds with love.
~ Clay Harrison
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