The Heart of Things
My lily, my darling, my love
She is a cup shaped flower
Who does not spin nor toil
Yet she is clothed in glory
Rain falls from heavenly places
It falls right into the heart of that flower
It is blessed, it is nourished, and it grows to maturity
That flower looks like a trumpet horn
Right out of the heart of that flower
a voice sounds like a trumpet
The spiritual aroma of that trumpet
is a sweet joyful sound yet in sorrow
But this trumpet is heard nevertheless,
hope flutters around about the lily
As hope arrives and remains steadfast
no thorn or obstacle will stop him
He has already overcome and conquered
He has shown victorious and triumphant
That heart, that flower, that trumpet is brave
That heart is courageous because her trust in him alone
That lily fears not, she forgets not where her help comes from
She trusts in his salvation and redemption plan
She is still, at peace, she waits on her blessed hope …………...patiently
CShields 2022
FIRE AND RAIN! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U20Qn8fZONc&list=OLAK5uy_n8GZ5y-JfJMNp169s53Q7eDuyTSwLU9j4
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