| He’s never been scared of hard work
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| So why are his hands trembling
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| And how could something so small
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| Be all so weighty
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| On the scales of what could be
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| This tiny seed has potential
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| For a better way of life
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| And how he sows it is crucial
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| For his little ones, his wife
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| So he prays to the Lord of the harvest
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| Would you rain down on the least of these
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| Would you please multiply and divide them
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| These are my sharecropper seeds
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| These are my Sharecropper seeds
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| It yielded more, than he’d ever hoped for
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| Enough to take care of things
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| 'Til the landowner came and said, I want more?
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| And gave him less than agreed
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| So he cry to the Lord of the harvest
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| Please remember the least of these
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| Would you shine on my sons, and my daughters
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| Cause these are my sharecropper seeds
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| These are my Sharecropper seeds
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| So Bring me, my flowers
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| While I can see them
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| So that I will know the beauty that they bring, that they bring
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| Stories like these told to me from my mother
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| Of my grandpa and them back when
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| She said, most of the good crops, today that I, was reaping
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| Were sown in love by them
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| So I’m praising the Lord of the harvest
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| For remembering the least of these
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| And I’m proud of the title I’m wearing
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| 'Cause I am Sharecropper seed
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| Yeah I am the lest of these
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| God still cares for the least the sharecropper’s seed |