Flowers

To the tune of Flowers: a remake of a pop hit.

He created the flowers
He created the sand
He wants to commune with us for hours
Give us riddles in the night; we don’t understand

He wants us to search out His treasures
And take ahold of His hands
He can love us better
Better than anyone can
He Can love us better
Abba Father loves us better,
He Can love us better
Oh, He can love me better, baby, than I can understand!

I can’t create flowers
I can’t number the sand
But I can talk to myself for hours
And Abba fully understands
I can’t take myself dancing
Without Him holding my hand
He’s the aleph and the Tav
And the Great I am

Yeah, there’s no way I could love myself more than YHVH
He sent his son Yeshua who arose from the grave.
He can love us better
Abba Father loves us better
He can love us better
Oh, He can love you better, baby, than anyone can.