by Unknown
Sep 2009 290 Views 3 comments
It matters little if a flower falls.
It matters little if a flower falls.
The soft petals leave the love behind
though this shows God is divine
Oh little flower where does your beauty hide now that your petals have gone and hide
What shall you do with your love that no doves come from above.
How do you spreed you beauty now that the clouds form and gives rise to the storm.
Remember this little flower, your beauty thine holds, is the grace of God, who told you of his love so you can be my dove.
The soft petals leave the love behind
though this shows God is divine
Oh little flower where does your beauty hide now that your petals have gone and hide
What shall you do with your love that no doves come from above.
How do you spreed you beauty now that the clouds form and gives rise to the storm.
Remember this little flower, your beauty thine holds, is the grace of God, who told you of his love so you can be my dove.
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Posted: Sep 2009
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