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Johnny Appleseed Blessing

Johnny Appleseed
Oh, the Lord's been good to me.
And so I thank the Lord
For giving me the things I need:
The sun, the rain and the appleseed;
Oh, the Lord's been good to me.
Oh, and every seed I sow
Into a tree will grow.*
And someday there'll be apples there
For everyone in the world to share.
Oh, the Lord’s been good to me.
Those Gathered here be blessed
With cider, peace, and rest
Relieve their cares,
Give hearts that share,
Extend your table everywhere.
Oh, the Lord’s been good to Us.**
*Rocky Mountain Mennonite Camp style

**Third verse by Tim Frye

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