Choral Choir,Choral (SAB) - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1255879 Composed by Christopher Durigg. 20th Century,Classical,Contemporary. 13 pages. Christopher Durigg #849349. Published by Christopher Durigg (A0.1255879). PUBLISHER: C. DURIGG MUSICPUBLISHER WEBSITE: www.cdurigg.com VISIT FOR AN AUDIO SAMPLE RECORDING: www.cdurigg.com/cdca002C. DURIGG MUSIC ID FOR THIS PIECE: CDCA-002BVOICING: SABLEVEL: INTERMEDIATE (Grade 3/5)CHORAL SERIES: CHORAL ARTISTRYPRODUCT DESCRIPTION: The ultimate metaphor, a crossroads is defined by the New Oxford Dictionary as a point at which a crucial decision must be made… There are points in everyone’s lives when they reach a crossroads. At these times, it is important to reflect on one’s options and take the best road for him or her, without looking back. We can fondly hold our past dear to our hearts, but we cannot live in the past. We must take a leap of faith and move forward toward realizing our dreams. This piece attempts to musically realize the crossroads experience and inspire listeners (and performers) to seize his or her future.This accessible piece is for intermediate SAB chorus.       - Christopher Durigg.

Choral Choir (SSA) - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1265871 By Kathy Mattea. By Pat Alger and Ralph Murphy. Arranged by Dan Garrett. Country,Folk,Pop,Religious. Octavo. 10 pages. Daniel Garrett #858635. Published by Daniel Garrett (A0.1265871). Kathy Mattea recorded Seeds for her album, Lonesome Standard Time. This SSA and Piano arrangement will be an audience favorite.Lyrics:Sometimes I stop on my way home and watch the children playAnd I wonder if they wonder what they'll be some daySome will dream a big dream and make it all come trueWhile others go on dreaming of things they'll never doWe're all just seeds in God's handsWe start the same but where we landIs sometimes fertile soil and sometimes sandWe're all just seeds in God's handsI saw a friend the other day, I hardly recognizedHe'd done a lot of living since I'd last looked in his eyesHe told his tale of how he'd failed, the lessons he'd been taughtBut he offered no excuses and he left me with this thoughtWe're all just seeds in God's handsWe start the same but where we landIs sometimes fertile soil and sometimes sandWe're all just seeds in God's handsAnd as I'm standing at a crossroads once againI'm reminded we're all the same when we beginAnd in the end?We're all just seeds in God's handsWe start the same but where we landIs sometimes fertile soil and sometimes sandWe're all just seeds in God's handsWe're all just seeds in God's hands