Sonseed

Son seed, riotously planted
Pressed into the soil of love
Your desire for service is granted
But the seed must die before it blossoms above

By faith, the seed is expected
To produce abundant fruit
Some branches may be rejected
To insure a christian of stronger roots

And he takes me into his hand
Presses me into the sand
And I begin to understand

I must be in this desolate place with him
As the body grows thin
But my roots are stayed in him

Consider the flower of jesus
The purest of sharron's boquet
The gentle peddles were crushed to free us
As his aroma scents are royal array

And he takes me into his hand
Presses me into the sand
And I begin to understand

Son seed, riotously planted
Pressed into the soil of love
Your desire for service is granted
But the seed must die before it blossoms above

And the seed must die before it blossoms above