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