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Love Me
&& We Can Make The World Jealous.

 [ It is only a tiny rosebud, ]
[ A flower of God's design, ]
[ But I cannot unfold the petals ]
[ With these clumsy hands of mine. ]
[ - The secret of unfolding flowers ]
[ Is not known to such as I, ]
[ The flower God opens so sweetly, ]
[ In my hands would fade and die. ]
[ - I cannot unfold a rosebud, ]
[ This flower of God's design, ]
[ Then how can I have wisdom ]
[ To unfold this life of mine? ]
[ - So I’ll trust Him for His leading ]
[ Each moment of every day ]
[ And I'll look to Him for His guidance ]
[ Each step of the pilgrim way. ]
 [ For the pathway that lies before me ]
[ My heavenly Father knows ]
[ I'll trust Him to unfold the moments ]
[ Just as He unfolds the rose. ]

[ To lie in a bed of roses, ]
[ To feel the silkiness against my skin, ]
[ The fragrance ]
[ How it comforts me, ]
[ Though feeling so alone, ]
[ Once again. ]
[ There was a time ]
[ When skies weren't cloudy, ]
[ And it seldom ever rained, ]
[ But as the clouds begin to rumble, ]
[ Once again there's so much pain. ]

s o m e t i m e s    y o u 
  j u s t    h a v e   
t o   r u n   a w a y ,   

s  o   y o u   c a n   s e e  
w h o   w i l l   c o  m e  
a f t e r   y o u .

s o m e t i m e s    y o u  
h a v e   t o  
t a l k   q u i e t e r ,   

j u s t   t o   s e e
   w h o   i s   l i s t e n i n g 
 
s o m e  t i m e s  
y o u   h a v e   t o  
s t a n d   u p   i n   a   f i g h t ,  
b u t   o n l y   t o   s e e 
   w h o   i s  s t a n d i n g  
b y    y o u r    s i d e .

s o m e t i m e s   y o u 
  h a v e   t o   m a k e  
a   w r o n g   d e c i s i o n
o n l y    t o   s e e  
w h o   i s   t h e r e  t o  
h e l p   y o u   f i x   i t .

 s o m e t i m e s   y o u  
h a v e   t o   l e t   g o  
o f   t h e   o n e y o u  
love