Comments about Jean Franse
I'm like a clod of earth which cowers
beneath a threatening sky;
afraid that when the rain comes down
I'll melt away and die.
I need his strength inside of me
a rock that cannot move;
a strength that's anchored in his love
and waits for storms to prove
My mother, Earth, calls me to be
far less than what he said;
to melt into the ground with all
who chose this world instead.
But deep inside of me there cries
a voice which will not die.
It gives me hope that I can stand
and reasons I must try.
The hope to be, the...