I have this Love
I find difficult to describe
Because the visceral reaction
Is love in action
To perform love deeds
Planted like seeds

I dream to be invisible
But able to heal
Perform miracles
And the like
For His Glory not mine

But the truth is
I have been stripped of any power
Became nobody but a flower
That died one day and lived again
And any deeds of power I do
Is really Him and not me
Don’t you see?