I believe when they put her in the ground
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I think they buried part of me
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Because I've been searching, I've been looking all around
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But I cannot find the heart of me, the heart of me
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So I'll put my fingers in this soil upon her grave
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And I will plant for her a garden
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And every flower, a reminder of her face
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Will grow up graceful as a pardon
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And all that grows is her story told
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As life unfolds here before us
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The peace I've found in this broken ground
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I can see her in the harvest...of all that I have sown
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Long before I was covered up in gray
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Before the old had bent my bones
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We grew our children in the red Georgia clay
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They were our garden and our home
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And all that grows is our story told
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As life unfolds here before
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The peace we found in that broken ground
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I can see them in the harvest...of all that I have sown
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And when my life is done
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I pray the kingdom come
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And take me to Glory
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It's living inside me
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It was planted like a seed
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All to tell a story
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I believe when they put me in the ground
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There will remain a part of me
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Because I've been seraching and the joy that I have found
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Is living in my family...it's all that I have sown
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All That I Have Sown
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| Bebo Norman |
