The touch of the ground,
The so cold cool soil.
Makes me shiver,
As I look at the Beauty in front of me.

No one ever knew why we are,
But the reason we not need to know.
It is more that we must see,
Our own paths on this journey.

One day we will see, and know,
Why we take the roads we take.

As to the beauty in front of me,
The grace this flower gives over.
To touch somiething so sweet,
Is to touch the Love it will give.

No more sorrow and no more pain,
As this Rose awakens by the suns glory.
To touch something so hopeful,
Is to touch someones heart.

No more rain,
I am you're shelter.

No more tears,
Because i am you're comfort.

No more Cold,
Because i am you're Warmth.

To speak of words like these,
You will need, to love one like thee.

The Savior is on his way,
To take you're sorrow away.
He/She will take you by hand,
And get you above those clouds.

Tomorow I will see,
If this Words to be spoken,
Are here to be!
(c)Amanda De Ruijter.