“Oh, scatter the seeds of loving deeds, along the fertile field, for grains will grow from what you sow, and a fruitful harvest yield.”

“Though sown in tears through weary tears, the seed will surely live, though great the cost, it is not lost, for God will fruitage give. The harvest home of God will come, and after toil and care, with joy untold your sheaves of gold, will all be garnered there. For when day by day long the way, the seeds of promise cast, the ripened grain from hill and plain, will be gathered home at last.”