Little Seedlens
We are all little seedlens, put here with love
waiting our destiny from the Creator above.
Carried by the wind, and a wish on a star,
He knows in His heart, who we are.
Across this land, our ancestors walked,
looking to find, what many have sought.
Storms have carried many seedlens away,
some resting now, inside God's Pearly Gates.
Fields, and streams, garnished with new life,
God's plan so perfect, He delivered through His light.
Little seedlens will flourish, wherever they lay,
a new beginning is waiting, when night turns to day.
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