Sun and moon and earth and wind and rain – all the world’s contained in every grain.
Is there anything you can plant or create or build or invent or startup or innovate – whose grain was not freely given you?
And what could it mean, that of all the earth’s billions of human beings, and of all the earth’s infinite grains, this particular one was entrusted to you?
What is the point, what is the purpose of a grain if not to be sown so it can grow and bear fruit?
Perhaps the end of the song bears the ultimate clue, a seed for discernment:
Blessed and broken, shared with all in need, all our hungers to feed.