Treasure Island

connie crane

(05-28-62 / Dearborn Michigan)

I Am A Delicate Flower


I am a precious, delicate flower,
Breathed into existence by my Father.
Gently cherished, held in His hand,
And nurtured until I became His daughter.

He breathed softly into my heart,
The Holiest of Spirits.
I rejoiced at His touch
At the caress of His sweet breath.

Like a rose I opened up to His pure love,
And total acceptance.
In his love, I found safety,
Comfort and protection.

I can safely be a fragile, delicate flower,
Whose beauty nothing can threaten.
I can sway in the wind, drink in the rain,
And reflect the sun.

None of these can ever change what
I have become.
The beautiful delicate flower that dwells forever,
In the heart of my Father.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 26, 2008

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