Implanted by hands like no other,
Planted by a mind wider than the universe,
Watered by the river of living water.

The seed buds—
Budding, glowing, blooming—
Under the watchful gaze of the Bloomer.

He has cultivated fertile soil,
Enriched with manure of wisdom and grace.
The flower blooms, shining,
Lifting its face to His Sun—the Bloomer.

I am in Him,
Just as He is in the Father.
I am a branch in the True Vine,
Rooted, flourishing, everlasting.

Hallelujah.