Plant a seed, and watch it die.
Mourn for it, and even cry.
Water it, it still won’t grow.
Wait for it, it still doesn’t show.
Seedling’s gone, it’s gone away
Seems never to return.
All your work is done in vain,
Oh how your soul does yearn.
The winds, they blow and sweep the sand.
The sun appears, to scorch the land.
It seems, that as the sands of time do spend,
The seed will never new fruit bring in.
Seedling’s gone, it’s gone away
Seems never to return.
All your work is done in vain,
Oh how your soul does yearn.
But then alas one faithful day
My eyes beheld a sprout at play!
Dancing in the morning breeze,
Dew drops glistening on its newly formed leaves.
Rejoice oh man and dry your eyes
Your seedling has returned anew!
Although it suffered and it died,
It shall bring forth good fruit to you!
Then all at once my eyes did see,
And the truth of the seed was revealed in me.
How can a seed its good fruit give?
It has to die that it might live.
Rejoice oh man and dry your eyes
Your seedling has returned anew!
Although it suffered and it died,
It has brought forth good fruit to you!
Copyright 1995
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