A warmth so compelling breaks through the darkness,
Ever so slowly awaking the seed.
Springing to life, its fingers push upward
Til they break free and into the light.
As time marches onward, and the days still lengthen
A beautiful flower peeks up at the sky.
Ever growing towards the light
Its breathtaking brilliance -
Is there for all to see
As it nods in the breeze
And smiles up at the sun in thanks for its life.
Lord, make me more like the flower, so simple -
Which smiles at Thee.
Which turns towards the light
And away from the dark.
Which constantly abides and never ceases to praise Thee
Without a care in the world
Drawing glory to God through its humble existence.
The end of anxiety is the beginning of faith, and the end of faith is the beginning of anxiety,