BEAUTIFUL FLOWER

There is a place, it’s the heart of the world

It’s the place where my Father, He dwells

It is a secret, a garden of love

And my Father of love exists there

There all the beautiful flowers they grow

They blossom, they bloom and they share

Their beautiful perfume

The fragrance of innocence

Elegantly fills the air

There is a place, it’s the heart of my self

The beauty of love exists there

A flower that blossoms and grows

It flows ever so freely when one can take care

But to take care of this delicate flower

One must not squander or save

To give it completely, the share it so sweetly

This is the only way...