Your Flowers

All these pretty people
shining like stars
behind storm clouds;

looking for flowers,
looking from above,
but only seeing gray.

And then You come
to save the world,
to take away the pain.
You melt away the clouds, and now
all they see is rain.

So You shine, You shine, You shine the sun,
and dry the rain away.
Pretty as they are,
the stars stay in bed all day.

At night they gaze upon the gardens
You have spread across the world,
but all they see is darkness;
all they see is darkness now.

So I will wake up
early in the morning,
and I’ll smile at Your flowers;
and I’ll make up some oatmeal
because I’ve got no super powers.

And so the stars can finally see the beauty,
You will set the world on fire.

I walk tall

On open green hills,
in glowing city streets,
I walk tall

not because I am cocky,
not because I am strong,
not because I write the best poems,
because I do not.

I walk tall
because I once walked
through an evil land
with no sword in my hand
with nothing,
nothing to give,
no strength,
no courage,
only weakness
and trembling fear.

Yet, strength came to me.
The harder my battle,
the stronger I was made.
By the hand of the Almighty,
I was made powerful!

When I had nothing to give,
he overflowed me with gifts to share.

I only had the will to do His will,
to be just,
and that was all I needed.

So now, on sunny shores,
in damp forests,
I walk tall

not because I am wise,
not because I am experienced,
not because I am strong,
because I am not.

I walk tall
because I believe
in His Grace.