Poem: We The Seeds
We the Mill Hill Missionaries are the seeds
in the field of earth, accumulated with weeds
we are the people in the missions who leads
the people who are missing basic needs
on the Word of God who feeds
seeds turn to plants along weeds and bear fruits
from fruits again seeds that turn to plants
journey goes on and on like wheels
treading the journey which spreads miles and miles
proclaiming the word of God to the lives
we are the people who cleaves
the darkness of death with the sword of Jesus
the master and Lord of all who in Him believes
will guard all who in prayer seeks
the help to be in union with Him for ages
we with the self sacrificial robes are decked
though by the worldly enjoyments are mocked
not giving up preaching the God who was pierced
and for our sins He on the Cross died
once and for all He, the humanity revived
we preaching God die and be dust
like the seeds that give lives to the rest
generations come and die but preaching God is must
we love and serve the people at our best
with whom lives the risen Christ