My transformation after abuse is like a rose growing |
Flower By Danielle My roots start to spread like the love in the hearts of humankind Growing, with every kind word and loving hand, Nourished, I am but a bulb. God's hand has blessed me. When I thirst He sends rain. He is the Gardener, my friend. Changing, Pushing out of my shell, Stronger, I am a stem. Nourished, Watered and loved I grow. The Gardener comes and gives me hope. He leaves me, His precious plant, but ne'er alone. His servants love and care for me, Just as He. I grow a leaf. Turning toward the light, my leaf uncurls. Small and weak, my leaf catches the sun's rays, Bringing life anew. Slowly, ever so slowly I mature into what my Gardener wishes me to be. Through his servants' love and kind hand, I grow. The Gardener returns, looking upon me, his flower, he smiles. I am a Rose. |