Sing Little Sunflower
SING LITTLE SUNFLOWER
Sing little sunflower sing,
It is the middle of spring
Shine your face to the Son,
Your gifts are a little more than one.
Your mother is Ebony, your father, white rose.
Doesn't matter what some think, when God truly knows
Our share of sorrows, we shall rightfully own,
The harvest we reap, are from the seeds we have sown.
God’s Love for thee, always meant to be,
True faith is belief, though you may not see.
While you’re sailing adrift, please remember your gift
Blessings God will bring, when for Him you sing,
Just sing.
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