Write In His Light

Wilted Flower

My Poem:

Your flower has wilted;

dry, parched and weighted under pressure.

All alone and vulnerable;

scared, unprotected and persecuted.

Trying to draw on the strength in the Son;

being crushed, tired, and broken

Surroundings just keep surmounting as a high mountain;

desperately trying to hold on, losing the battle.

Drowning, struggling to breath;

coughing, choking, sputtering and trying to find the surface.

Still wanting to rise with the Glory of the Son;

not knowing how to get back to that place that seems so far away.

Still I hope in You;

I know that your ways are highter, your will is best.

Then in the perfect timing you show your grace.

Better than I would've perceived or imagined.

That is how you work, O Lord;

I only need to be patient and believe.