It's your love that waters
every little word
growing inside my soul
like blossomed flowers
they leave my mouth
letting the world know
what Your power can make
out of a broken soul
YOU ARE READING
A Hundred Roses
PoetryAnd suddenly, I couldn't tell anymore if it was me the one reading her words or her words were the ones that kept reading my soul
Broken soul
It's your love that waters
every little word
growing inside my soul
like blossomed flowers
they leave my mouth
letting the world know
what Your power can make
out of a broken soul
