In every word I sow, there’s a quiet prayer,
In every unseen act, there’s hope I bear.
Though fruit don’t come as quickly as I long,
I keep on planting, steady and strong.
For faith cannot stay hidden deep inside;
It must be lived each day and be our guide.
A heart that strives with purpose true
Will see a fruitful harvest come into view.
So I will sow with trust, though growth be slow,
And never stop, however strong the winds may blow.
For when the time comes, this I know:
Each seed sown with love will beautifully grow.