Our lives have many different stages. I relate the different places as flowers, I have had times of being compared to a torn-flower, a formidable-flower, and also a melancholy-flower. No matter what time or stage of our life we all need the love and prayer of the observant servant of God. I am thankful God never gave up on me, and grateful for those that included me in their prayer requests.
Melancholy flowers live in the dark place,
Rarely do you see them face to face.
For they wear masks of different kind,
They blend in with their surroundings most of the time.
They will be in lonely corners silently enduring life;
Unwilling and unable to truly feel things right.
They are deep and yet shallow in life’s touch,
Not seeking for or speaking of much.
Hope sounds like a fable and faith does too,
They are not the kind of flower your heart moves to.
Melancholy flowers are not as easy to find,
For they have the ability to be hard to define.
But if you allow Me to help, I see them well,
I know their name and know where they dwell.
I will reveal them to you so you for them pray.
So in God’s mercy they come to stay.
Pray for joy to enter in so light will come,
Pray the melancholy spirt is drawn to God’s Son.
Now they are trapped into a dark place,
But with prayer they may be caught-away, reborn in grace.
I waited patiently for the Lord; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry. He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings. And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto