A farmer spends his day planting rose and planting seeds And come october he knows what will grow It's been that way since time again And it will never change You will always reap just what you sow My life is made of seeds Everyone I plant becomes part of me Good or bad ones I must choose And I shoukd think about the future when I do Cause ehen my harvest finally comes I will reap what I've become Have you ever seen type of street A priceless work of art And seen how every color plays a role Every thread is woven carefully In to it's proper place Unto the masterpieces is finally whole My life is made of threads Everyone I sow should be my best Good or bad ones I must choose And I should think about the future when I do Cause when the type of street is done My masterpiece will be What I've become I will stand before the savior When this life comes to an end Will the seeds I sow make me more like Him My life is made of seeds Everyone I've plant becomes part of me Good or bad ones I must choose And I should think about the future when I do Cause when the harvest finally comes I will reap what I've become I Will Reap What I've Become