As evening begins to set in for it's nightly loop
My small buds clench their eyes closed tight
While my delicate flowers cling to the vine as not to take flight
The wind twist and turns us all about
God is our maker so we have no worry or doubt
To the outward eye I appear weak with my blooms cast down
You mistake my peaked color as a fading frown
What you don't know is I bow in prayer through the night
I reach out in praise toward the morning light
My colors come back so bright and clear
God was there through the blackest night standing near
He fed me, clothed me, and provided a way
My God blessed me to see another day
I am a mere flower on a vine
You are a child of God with a direct line
His power resides in YOU
Call on Him child of God, that's all you need to do!
~ Chelle, #f8ithgal
8/2/14
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