My heart that blossoms of the earth
Unfolds with time and seasons of birth
Like a flower whose petals give way
And release their hold upon former day.
The yielding bud does longs to unfold,
to stretch and reveal miracles new and bold.
I dare not grasp or put my will upon
The procession of life, one never gone.
As time floats in a river with me
I am in a carrier that I cannot see.
Heart which blossoms new of worth
Give mighty rebound in God’s love for His earth.