I will sow love for all the days of my life. A glorious seed of this kind has been planted in me by the King. He leads me beside still waters, and there I have room to grow. The ground does not strangle me or stifle me that I may not breathe. The land is not parched or void of any thing that I may need. Instead, living water runs through my very veins Living water rushes to me in the depths of my darkness and the depths of my pain. It chooses to make me whole, chooses to inspire me to grow, chooses in me to sow. By this I reap joy, kindness, love, gentleness: much fruit. I long for others to come and admire my Gardener, He who plants and waters and keeps my roots firm through shine and through storm. But now, this love is contagious: this reaping and sowing is the very rhythm of life.