Sonseed - 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