Inside the tiny flower
of my lonely soul
God planted seeds long ago
Waiting to sprout in the narrow roads
and
byways

As sorrowful rains fell upon my life
Germinating in the darkness
as it covers my soul
In forms of depression
Lined in blackness of pure gold

These seeds lie in the dark tunnels
of my soul
Slowly pushing
Pulsating my life
Struggling through the darkness
to reach a great light
As God slowly takes a seed
and brings each word to life

Digging the soil of my soul
Finding the seeds planted long ago
Turning the ground in the dark tunnels
down below
Till the seeds sprout and begin to grow

Through God's hands
my soul turns
Struggling with life
But above all I know
he is my light
Turning always turning
the soil of my life
Till I reach through the darkness
for his wonderful light.
;]