The seeds fall and multiply
And the wind carries them away
They bury themselves in cracks and crannies
Taking root wherever they lay.

As upon this plant I look
I think about the Word of God
If I could be like the "mother of thousands"
Leaving seed wherever I trod.

If my life could produce the seed
In just a minimal way
I could spread God’s Word to thousands
Day after day.

If the wind could carry the seed
To the soil close about
I could touch a thousand souls
That I do not doubt.

O! "mother of thousands"
Such courage you have given me!
I am determined to sow God’s seeds
And sow them abundantly!

A big task I have taken upon myself
I’ve bitten off a big chunk to chew!
But "mother of thousands"
I want to be just like you!