Lord by your hand, my prayers
Filled with seeds of faith and hope
Are carried by the winds of your Spirit
Each directed by You,
Finding their place to nurture, grow and affect
Some fall on rocky soil, you nurture them
Some are choked by thorns, you clear the way
Some fall in rich and productive places,
You show your awesomeness
Others find their way to heavens virgin soil
Producing what eye has not seen
And ear has not heard
Filled with seeds of faith and hope
Are carried by the winds of your Spirit
Each directed by You,
Finding their place to nurture, grow and affect
Some fall on rocky soil, you nurture them
Some are choked by thorns, you clear the way
Some fall in rich and productive places,
You show your awesomeness
Others find their way to heavens virgin soil
Producing what eye has not seen
And ear has not heard