You handed me a beautiful creation
A flower gleaming with Your love
I embraced it and gasped at its beauty
But then the world distracted me
Slowly I started to pick off petals
one for stress
one for pain
one for confusion
do they love me? Pluck.
do they not love me? Pluck.
When I finally looked back to Your love
to the flower You gave me
I expected nothing to be left
I plucked to many petals
I sinned to much
I questioned the truest of loves
But when I looked down
I saw the same beautiful flower
Your love is unfailing.
You never stop loving me
even when I stray away
Your love never changes.
they love me? they love me not?
He Loves me.
My Lord Loves me with an eternal love.
God Bless,
Rachael