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Seeds | ||
| Tiny seeds are mysteries. They can grow to giant trees. Though they seem so small and weak They may soar to sunlight seek. All they need is soil and rain. Then they will their pow'r attain. We, like seeds, have hidden force. We can run the hardest course. God can help us grow in grace! Leave a mark upon this place. May we grow and reach the sky, Shading others when they cry. | ||
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