In the fields:
Everywhere my sight bounces: I sign
With a song to compose.
My depths of heart bubble
With melding petals -
Of colors to beauty.
In the fields:
Arrayed palms of flowers shake my eyes
Plucking accord of inner peace:
To worry not: When I've done my part.
Tunes of comfort to mold
Every touch of life -
Song of comfort takes over.
LORD make me a flower:
Simple, natural, unique, beautiful, accessible, loving
That I can be myself: Never someone else
In this garden of life.
To complement-
The beauty of building one another.
LORD make me a flower:
Which is a song to listen to, always.
Whose love begins when there is every reason to hate.
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