| I can see her now, her weathered skin
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| Old straw hat and crooked grin
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| And she said child, let’s make this garden grow.
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| Let’s till the soil, and pull some weeds
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| And here’s your bag of precious seeds
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| 'Cause grandma’s got a secret you should know
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| You always reap exactly what you sow
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| Sow mercy
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| Sow grace
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| Sow kindness
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| Sow faith
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| Words are like water, sprinkled with love
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| You will harvest all your heart’s been dreaming of
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| Sow mercy
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| We knelt right there and she took my hand
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| That patch of dirt was Holy land
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| And she said child I learned this long ago
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| Oh, you can bless or curse
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| You can live or die
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| You choose the crop you want in life
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| That’s the greatest secret Grandma knows
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| You always reap exactly what you sow
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| Repeat Chorus
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| 'Cause one day God forbid, you act a fool
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| And fall down hard and fast, 'cause life is cruel
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| If you ever reached to help a friend
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| A hand you held might lift you up again
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| What goes around comes back around you know
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| You always reap exactly what you sow
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| Repeat Chorus |