Every Flower Will Bloom

Not too late, nor to soon,
Every Flower will bloom.
As a seed, it falls to the ground.
Strewn from the sowers hand.
A start to life in fertile soil,
By the farmer's blood and toil.
Up above, the sun burns bright,
Providing strength, warmth and light.
And down below, it's roots must go,
To where the living waters flow.
As you feed on this source
of power and inspiration,
A dream will grow within your heart,
increasing expectation.
Every growing plant must face,
the weather, wind and rain.
All young shoots must take their place,
in a a world of love, . . . and pain.
Growing, learning, taking form,
a flower, distinct, yet known.
Which one will you be like,
the many or the few?
The Farmer knows what you will be:
Before you were, He knew.
A thorn, a thistle, an ugly weed?
This kind of plant, He does not need.
A daisy in a meadow?
A lily of the valley?
A beautiful perfumed rose!
If you have Jesus in your heart,
You will be one of those.
Soak up the sun, stand tall,
drink from the water deep,
Are you not one of the kind,
the Farmer wants to keep?
Trust His skilled hands,
and you will know real soon,
Many kinds are in His field.

- Peter Taekema -