The seed
Oh How I desired to grow on good ground
Then the thorns would not strangle me
How I wished the thorns would not strangle me
Then I could sprout a little higher
How I hopeded to sprout a little higher
Then I could feel the Son's warming love.
- etc
Then the thorns would not strangle me
How I wished the thorns would not strangle me
Then I could sprout a little higher
How I hopeded to sprout a little higher
Then I could feel the Son's warming love.
- etc

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