The Seed Song Opening / Invitation Come walk with me a moment, Through gardens full of bloom, Through fields of waving grasses, Through forests rich and green. Look at all the life around us, Every tree and flower we see. Now follow it down, Down to where it starts— To something small and hidden… A seed. Verse 1 A seed beneath the soil, With no eyes to see the sky, Yet somehow knows which way is up, And which way down to lie. It waits for just the right time, For warmth and rain and air. It sleeps until the moment comes— How does it know when? Chorus Who taught the seed Which way to grow? Who told the roots Which way to go? Who tells the leaves To reach the light? Who knows the season, When it’s right? Who thought of that? Who designed the seed? Who put such wisdom In something so small? Verse 2 A tiny seed holds food inside To feed the life it starts. A tiny seed holds all the plans For leaves and stems and parts. The shape, the color, texture too, The pattern for the tree— A whole world waiting in a seed. How can that small thing know? Chorus Who taught the seed Which way to grow? Who told the roots Which way to go? Who tells the leaves To reach the light? Who knows the season, When it’s right? Who thought of that? Who designed the seed? Who put such wisdom In something so small? Verse 3 Its little coat is locked up tight Until the time is right. It waits through cold, it waits through years, Then wakes up to the light. It listens to the world around For signals we can’t hear. Moisture, warmth, oxygen— Then suddenly, it’s here. Bridge A seed can hold a giant tree, A towering life unseen. A little seed can hold the plan For something huge and green. Roots first, then leaves, Each part in its own time. A tiny seed knows what to do— Who wrote that design? Who thought of that? Who made it so? Who gave a seed The way to grow? Final Chorus Who taught the seed Which way to grow? Who told the roots Which way to go? Who tells the leaves To reach the light? Who knows the season, When it’s right? Who thought of that? Who designed the seed? Who put such wisdom In something so small? Final Tag So look at the garden. Look at the field. Look at the forest And all that it yields. Then look a little closer At what you cannot see… The wonder of a seed. The wisdom of its design. The glory of its Designer. God.
