Plant your seeds of life,
In the garden of Jesus...
Every time I hear your name,
I have a feeling I can't explain...
I dream of a golden throne surrounded by angels.
I dream of soft and sweet angelic music streaming...
Every night after the day,
We lay down in bed and to God we pray...
I don't know what I'm doing
I don't know how to say it...
I walk toward the wall a half step at a time
And my body shrinks half its size each time...
Broken covenants, broken vows,
Broken wings, and holy cows...
Staring directly,
at Death's pale face...
What makes a Christian
better than the lost...
Your slave, secluded, prays my Lord,
Turning always to no one but You alone...
What is there to believe in, in life
All we see is the hatred and strife...
It's all so wonderful
the mountains and trees...