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