I wanna give you a flower as a present
I wanna give you a comfort for your wounds
I wanna give you what it takes to make it pleasant
And I wanna sing to you the best kind of tunes.
But if the music is the only thing that you want
And if the music is the only thing on earth
Then the music would be as dead as your own heart
And the life that you live what is it worth.
Do you want, to have that flower, of Jesus
It is blood red, for it has grown by His cross
It maybe, some tears, will fall from His eyes
When He sees, that you receive and say I will.
But if all that Jesus did has no purpose
And if life that he gave is meaningless.
Then these words would be as dead as your own feelings
And likewise life, that you're living here on earth
