The warmth of love she hadn't felt, her heart had turned to stone;
With love He caused her heart to melt, He chose her as His own.
Like a stream that gushes down the mountain in search to be free;
And flows ahead with fervour intense to dive into the sea,
She lived every moment so full of life, she lived every moment like her last;
Little did she know her sweetest moments would turn so sour so fast.
The sun came up and dried the water, the stream could barely flow;
In no time she turned so empty and parched, or at least she thought so,
Her soul had turned so barren and bore no fruit in a long long time;
All she wanted was love in its fullness, oh my was it a crime?
Then came the rains like showers of blessing and filled her till she overflowed,
Then came the Master- the Friend so dear and she smiled so hard that she glowed.
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