Gaurden

Love is rose a river blade. You look to perfection as seasons past Instead of precious seedling blasts! God is not be hind you, no! But ever before us does grow Torn asunder shackles Legless reign, I renig Father tear down webs of past! Pour heaven down in full Sun shine Break chains of fall pre tens Eradicate the igno rants of division. Those polo tics to n'er play fair Sting, bite, infect, inflict, in law do they, Washing torn brains of them, we are today, No more, I knock I do on Heavens door. They scattered us father, with wine Sleepy wrath deceit. They think perfect was born. But then wd it not be soiled at life's first storm? Perfect love is ever growing, His endless seed. He planted us, and hid us in darkness chained Treasure of heaven, thru us does claim. He is ever before us a whispering wind, Stairway communication is found Through being lost you lay down his Cross at Fathers feet. Lay it down, We've carried it long enough.