The flowers, the man, the book in my dream,|
Who is this man? What does it all mean?
|Upon a flat gray rock He sits.|
A flower of tender stalk He picks.
He arises, and in His outstreched right Hand
Is the fairest of flowers in all the land.
His eyes, such love, I n'er did see.
|Slowly He turns, then kneels to earth's
More flowers He picks, score after score
Standing before Him, I view Him in awe.
'Twas a bouquet for the world in His Hand that
"I have a flower for everyone
|His eyes, such love, I n'er did see.|
Everlasting life for wretched me?
With joy unspeakable I do receive
This precious bloom he offers me
|His eyes, such love, but sadness, too
Somehow I love him, I know not who.
Hot tears stream freely down my cheek.
My heart is so full, no words can I speak.
|His eyes, such love, they are all knowing.
He loves me still, all my faults clearly showing.
New life within me is beginning to soar.
To know this man better, I want nothing more.
|His eyes, such love, reveal power within
I want nothing more than to be closer to him.
Such relief, I feel clean, there's not guilt as before.
He is a man, yes, but a man and much more.
|His eyes, such love, compassion, too,|
Have seen, will see always, all that I do.
His eyes, such love, authority, too,
The words His lips utter I know are true.
|I closed my eyes, and then I knew|
Deep in my heart what I must do,
Serve this Man, by planting His seed
Life everlasting, man's every need.
|I opened my eyes to tell him so,|
The Man, the seeds, where did they go?
All were gone, but on earth's floor
Were books, and books, and books galore.
|A multitude of books, but all were the same
Telling one story, bearing one name
The Good News of Jesus Christ.
While a large
crowd was gathering and people were coming to Jesus from town after
town, He told this parable:
This the meaning of the parable:
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