But my Sunday School teacher picks me up.
She’s a perty lady and she smells so nice.
And when we talk, she gives me good advice.
This flower is to me.
My mirror is the rose;
In it, myself I see.
illuminates,
alleviates
darkness in the depths of my soul.
I cannot see what is ahead.
Feel frozen, paralyzed with
fear.
How will I know which way to go?
As doubts and
questions overwhelm,
I feel the future is not clear.
Her countenance is bitter cold,
As chilly as a winter’s
day.
Expresses anger openly
And pushes ev’ryone away.
I’ve lived it up both day and night
And yet find mem’ries
haunting me.
Think back to Dad and how I left.
I wonder if
he thinks of me.
As clouds impose and hide the sun,
The sky releases droplets
fine.
I reach for my Umbrella true.
He shelters tender soul
of mine.
I’m standing tall with vibrant bloom.
My Gardener delights in
me.
Bestows sweet scent beyond perfume
And cares for me so
tenderly.
He ministers with love and grace.
The Wind that rushes with great force –
Its gusts blow through and leaves its trace.
False accusations spreading rampantly
yet I did nothing wrong.
I know what lies ahead
suffering, anguish, torture.
I plead for strength to endure.
Oh Father, please!
In the difficult times in life
When I don’t know what to do,
May I not try it on my own.
May I always remember You.
I loved You with my all
And let You rule in my heart.
As
I embraced Your love for me,
Had faith in what I could not
see,
I served You from the very start.
Examining His paths – like vines,
They twist and turn and wind
about.
Although I try, I find it is
Impossible to trace them
out.
Oh, to escape the daily grind,
And yet right now that cannot
be.
I’ll close my eyes and use my mind
To dream of what I
long to see.
Though trials come and grip your heart,
Don’t worry what to
do.
My loving guidance I’ll impart.
I’ve blazed a trial for
you.
