Do you really understand my words
What can I say that is not twisted truth

The flowers spurt forth from the ground
But they do not burst into bloom in one day

They will grow slowly and then before my eyes
The colors they will spread and create a lovely head

The leaves that float are dying now
The gracefully fall from bows above

Blown by God's breath so sweet and soft
Carrying promises high and aloft

We wait on your timing oh clock of the world
We wait for your voice we want to hear your word

I am small like a grain of sand
I cannot stand without your hand

I fall and am embraced by cold dark earth
Huddled in a silent berth