PRECIOUS SEED

When the hay is gone tender grass shows itself

And the herbs of mountains are gathered

When we walk in our field tender plants at our feet

Do we step on some that’s been weathered?

Were we careful in thought, careful in deed?

Did our words spoken out cause a trembling?

Have we weathered life’s storms as some children do?

Are we sure we were not ‘’ disassembling”?

We need to be careful in thought and in deed

Because when they’re young they’re so tender

They’re in such rich sod when cared for by God

Much from their lives He will render.

If those all around don’t shield while they’re young…

Not only in thought, but in deed,

They’ll die on the vine, THEY’LL DIE ON THE VINE

And we’ll NEVER reap from their seed.

When we walk in God’s Field

Know His thought and His Deed

Being careful to let him tend our sod

Like children He’s watching we’ll all become tender

And yield more seed for our God.