A Flower Of Love

A rose that stood there so alone,
It's petals folded, wanting home,
It's fears arisen, life passing by,
It wept, it grieved, it mourned, let cry,
A shout, a tear, a scream or two,
A call for help, for life anew,
And though it stood there all alone,
No one was found to bring it home,
Many bushes tumbled by,
But couldn't see the flower cry,
At last a voice of reason said,
'O perfect flower, lift your head,
Receive my love, rain from the sky,
My Spirit pours out from on high,
Unfold your petals, drink My love,
Receive My healing from above,
Let petals, stem and leaves grow strong,
My flower, child, you do belong,
You thought your faith would let you down,
You thought unworthy for my crown,
But I've anointed you instead,
With all My oil upon your head,
My faithfulness is ever true,
And poured in abundance, just for you,
And as your petals open up,
It forms a loving, healing cup,
My Glory, peace and grace you've found,
Now shake your head, spread it around.

This was given to a sister who was locked up in fears and felt unworthy of God's promise.

Steve Mott