worry too much
About growing this rose
"Will it bloom?... " I wonder
"Under its storming foes?
"What will it take?" I ask
"To grow that precious seed?"
"For it to grow and rise?"
I know the answer, "it's the God that I heed."
Stop smothering it in the filth
Of your own despair
Bath instead, in the light
For the more you force it, the more scars you bare.
The one blessing we all desire, is love. Grow in God's light and it will grow too