I have seen your garden growing madly
There I find you, hands in the earth
I have heard you talking with your children
On your level, never talking down
And I don't know how you cannot see
Where your gifts may be found
You say you know no tricks, have no talents
Isn't everyone supposed to have their own?
Yes, but few are obvious
Few draw notice to those who possess them
Like flags waving themselves
And you wonder how, how I can say
That your gifts do abound
I don't know how you cannot see
Where your gifts may be found.
Do you understand when I say
That your gifts do abound
