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I have the seed
It's the seed of the fruit of Love flowing
out from me
I see the weed
I see a fruit that is deceptive hanging on
the tree.
I have a need
For the fullness of the Love of God flowing
out from me.
Now, Lord, I plead
Water my ground constantly,
Don't let my stony heart impede,
Don't let the birds get at the seed,
Take away those thorny weeds,
Let your love grow up in me today.
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