To the writer, the farmer, the preacher
The housewife, the teacher
Scientist, politician - to everyone who feels a bit low.
Take what's in your hand, be it pen or plow, speech, ladle
Whatever you've got to sow, take courage and let it flow
Substitute my "pen" for what's in your hand
And make God's message part of your land.
Let the rivers flow out of your pen and let it grow
Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow
Notice how the trees next to the river grow
Notice the flowers, the bees and let go
You don’t have the power to flow, neither the power to grow
All you have, is the power to sow
Take the seed and scatter as you go
The river starts where people live and walk and pray
Into My hands they give their cares away
From where I see and hear and stay
The seed is formed, multiplied but sometimes stacked away
I need farmers, labourers and harvesters
to sow and scatter seed away
The seed starts to grow, and the river starts to flow
People in need follow the river wherever it goes
They drink the water and power flows
And so, My dear farmer, out of your pen, hope grows
I know you grow tired, you feel you’ve been fired
Believe Me, My child, your life has hardly begun
Look into My eyes
Notice that I am looking straight at you
Take courage, My child,
this river has to run wild
I need the river to flow, to rise into a flood
To flood the banks, the valleys and river veins like blood
Now, as you think it’s the end
New life is beginning to feed and to mend
To nourish and satisfy,
To rejuvenate and multiply
Yes, My dear farmer, don’t stop or delay
Take the seed and scatter it away
And as you do, notice My hand is present too
I love you so much, much more than you think I do
