LILY

LILY

Lily of the field.
A garden of dust, now hope is her yield.
Silence at the start; trust in a heart
when You...

Whisper the water that helps her to grow
A secret between what only two know.
Whisper the hope soon to reveal

a glory far beyond the yield...
a glory far beyond the yield.

Lily, she stands.
The words come down like rain from Your hands.
Each sun a new mercy a humbling glow
To heighten her beauty and only You know
when You...

Whisper the water that helps her to grow
A secret between what only two know.
Whisper the hope soon to reveal

a glory far beyond the yield.
A glory far beyond the yield.

Love~it pours on me! Love~it pours on me!
A joy she never, never thought she'd see.
Love~it pours on me! Love~it pours on me!
A joy she never, never thought she'd see.

Whisper the water that helps her to grow
A secret between what only two know.
Whisper the hope soon to reveal

a glory far beyond the yield...
a glory far beyond the yield.
His lily of the field.
His lily of the field.
His lily of the field.
His lily of the field.
(C)2010 Krista Eyler

“In the dust and dirt, o here. The lilies of His love appear.”
George Herbert