'Flower' Power

Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy Name.

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done... 

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Oh, we are always on the verge of buds not opened yet

As past and future merge we touch the splurge that Now begets

Then, as the flower of an hour unfolds Ordained Must

We often stagger ‘neath the colors teaching us to trust

We cry to He who fills the bud with shades of His design

His grace sufficient and His ways so opposite to mine

And in our own Gethsemane we weep and pray and groan

“Remove this cup, yet not my will, oh God, but thine alone”

You are our Shepherd; in Your pastures green no want controls

Though storms may toss, beside still waters you restore our souls

Yea, though we walk through the valley of death we fear no ill

Your rod and staff they comfort, as we learn to trust Your will

…where we are always on the verge of buds waiting to bloom

Yet, we are always cupped in the same Hand that picks the plume

Oh Lord, our God, my God, even when no one understands

Help us entrust our ‘flowers’ to the love of nail-scarred Hands

© Janet Martin