Album: Scrub
These days, like summer sun beating down on my soul,
No rain, no cooling shade,
All around I can see falling flowers.
Then, far above it all, I see a hand reaching out,
Gathered into his arms and close to his heart, where a flower is meant to be.
When the flowers fall, like they always do, he will lift them up and make them new.
These days, I see the Son burning bright in my soul,
With the strength of his hand and the gift of his love, he reaches out and carries me.
When the flowers fall, like they always do, he will lift them up and make them new,
When the flowers fall, like they always do, he will lift them up and make them new.
Flowers falling,
Flowers falling,
He'll catch the flowers as they fall.
When the flowers fall, like they always do, he will lift them up and make them new,
When the flowers fall, like they always do, he will lift them up and make them new.
When the flowers fall,
He'll catch the flowers as they fall,
He will lift them up,
He'll catch the flowers as they fall,
When the flowers fall,
He'll catch the flowers as they fall,
He will lift them up,
He'll catch the flowers as they fall.
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