I Can't Stop Pointing To

In The Orchard And Rose Garden I Long To See Your Face. In The Taste Of Sweetness I Long To Kiss Your Lips. In The Shadows Of Passion I Long For Your Love.

Every Tree, Every Growing Thing As It Grows, Says This Truth, You Harvest What You Sow.

Everyone Is Overridden By Thoughts; That's Why They Have So Much Heartache And Sorrow.

If The Foot Of The Trees Were Not Tied To Earth, They Would Be Pursuing Me; For I Have Blossomed So Much, I Am The Envy Of The Gardens.

Once The Seed Of Faith Takes Root, It Cannot Be Blown Away, Even By The Strongest Wind - Now That’s A Blessing.