(G) Sometimes I stop (D) on my way home 
(C) To watch the children (G) play 
And I (C) wonder if they (Am) wonder 
(G) What they'll be some (D) day 
(G) Some will dream a big (D) dream 
(C) And make it all come (G) true 
While (C) others go on (Am) dreaming 
(G) Of things they'll never (D) do 
We're all just (G) seeds 
In Gods (C) hands 
We start the (Am) same 
But where we (G) land 
Is sometimes (C) fertile (Am) soil 
And sometimes (G) sand 
We're all just (C) seeds 
In Gods (G) hands 
 
(G) I saw a friend the (D) other day 
(C) I hardly recogn (G) ized 
(C) He'd done a lot of (Am) living 
Since (G) I'd last looked in his (D) eyes 
And (C) he told his tale of (G) how he failed 
And (C) the lessons he'd been (Am) taught 
(G) But he offered no (D) excuses 
(C) And he left me with this (D) thought 
 
 
 
And as I'm standing at the (Am) crossroads 
Once (G) again 
(C) I'm reminded we're all the same when 
We (Am) begin 
And in the (C) end? 
 
 
 
We're all just seeds in Gods hands