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