I am a flower,
Withering by a flowing stream
 
I am a flower,
Swaying furiously in the damaging wind
 
I am a flower,
With petals falling, carried in the storm
 
I am a flower,
Stamped on hard by passers-by
 
I am a flower,
Bent over because my stem is broken
 
I am a flower,
With sun-dried leaves, desperately seeking water
 
But…my roots are deep and blessed by You, the Son eternal
 
I am beautiful, rising up to meet the golden sun
I am strong, ready to receive fresh, sustaining water
I am God’s creation, aware of His restorative power
I am blossoming because He promises me life, so I can again grow strong
 
I can sway and bend,
Delight and stand tall
I can bow low,
And attract the eyes with colours, bright
I can offer a sweet perfume
And know that He promises me life,
No matter how broken I become
For I belong to Him
 
He does not crush the bruised reed
Or quench the smouldering wick
For He loves all that He creates.
 
And He loves me!
 
Written during the Outreach Day, Little Way Healing Ministries,
Southampton, 4 April 2017                                                                                        
J. Hughes