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