Seed

I think love it is a river.
An everlasting river that God has gave.
A river of grace and overloaded blessings,
more than abundant to those who believe.

Some say love, it is a razor blade.
Is that a reason that leaves our Lord Jesus to bleed?

Some say love, it is a hunger,
but there is our daily bread.
Let's say love, it is rather a flower,
and I am only the seed.

It is the heart that is afraid of breaking,
it is our patience that is afraid of waiting.
It is the dream that is afraid of waking,
that the earth is always a must.

It is the one that we've always taken,
who is always the one who always gives?
And the soul is not experienced of dying,
how does it ever learns to live?

When the night is so lonely,
and the road is seemingly so long.
And when you realize that love is only,
for the people that keeps us strong.

But remember that in the winter,
Way beyond the cold.
Lies the seed of the lover,
that blooms among the low.

It is not important who does the planting, or who does the watering. What's important is God that makes the seed to grow~~~1 Corinthians 3:7