The word is a seed,
sown in beset heart
that hears it.
Give it water
and work;
A bloom in the garden.
Otherwise the seed
Is dormant
In gardens full of weeds.
Time and tears come.
We must work in the word;
Not abandon the dead.
The word is a seed,
sown in beset heart
that hears it.
Give it water
and work;
A bloom in the garden.
Otherwise the seed
Is dormant
In gardens full of weeds.
Time and tears come.
We must work in the word;
Not abandon the dead.