A wise old man, reflecting on a simple purchase of seeds for his garden, wrote this:
I paid a dime for a package of seeds
And the man tossed them out with a flip.
“We’ve got ’em assorted for every man’s needs”
He said with a smile on his lip.
“Pansies and poppies and asters and peas.
Ten cents a packet, and pick as you please.”

Now seeds are just dimes to that man in the store,
And the dimes are the things that he needs.
And I’ve been there to buy them in seasons before,
But thought of them merely as seeds.
But it flashed through my mind as I took them this time
That I’d purchased a miracle just for a dime.

You’ve a dime’s worth of power no man can create.
You’ve a dime’s worth of life in your hand.
You’ve a dime’s worth of mystery, wonder and fate,
Which the wisest cannot understand.
In this bright little packet, now isn’t it odd?
You’ve a dime’s worth of something known only to God.’