Blest The Lord Poem by Mark Heathcote

Mind you have courage
To face all your demons
Give roots to your rose
That she may grow ever fruitful.

And so flower on her bower.
We all have a minor calling,
Blest the Lord,
You have faith unfailing.

Blest the Lord,
You have unwitting mettle
That nothing deceives you.
The omens are all good, child.

Your Father loves you.
Nourishes in the shadows
To disperse, dispel all evil
He consumes the circling moths,

Know's what silken threads are ours.
What are the costs?
That hardens a heart to steel?
Hold your nerve, have bravery.

And bless the Lord,
You're like a diamond in the sky,
A priceless stone,
That remains an unfaceted, uncut gem.

As beautiful as the day
It was beholden and created.
Held up to the sun,
And all its burning, destruction.