If Trees Could Talk

sondae

If trees could talk
In harvest we would hear them cry
Lord, pruning hurts
But for you, I would gladly die

Bring me to life, again
In lonely moments I can see your face
Here in the secret place
I lift you up in spirit and truth

Your life in me
The vine I seek
I am your sheep
You take care of every need

If trees could talk
In harvest we would hear them cry
Lord, pruning hurts
But for you, I would gladly die

Bring me to life, again
In lonely moments I can see your face
Here in the secret place
I lift you up in spirit and truth

Your life in me
The vine I seek
I am your sheep
You take care of every need

Sondae