Monday, May 7, 2018

'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

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