I looked at the mandevilla tonight,
And I saw three dainty pink blossoms there;
Although a marvelous thrill to my sight,
Beauteous blossoms proved more than I could bear...
The beauty of God pierced through to my soul;
The Creator God in all His finesse,
Created with care . . . but sin takes its toll . . .
My tears would soon water the flow’rs pink dress.
“My world was perfect, Miss Mandevilla,
Tied in a bow like your pretty blossom;
Now my world weeps like the weeping willow
Midst God’s world, still filled with beauty awesome.”
Each time I looked at each dainty pink flow’r
Radiating beauty, its only duty,
The tears again would quickly overpow’r,
Flooding mem’ries of my sweet baby’s beauty . . .
Lord, You’re so present in Your creation;
Each flower petal bears Your fingerprint!
Yet Satan’s presence in the equation
Will destroy it all . . . in devastation . . . ?!
Once I was strong, but now I’m rendered weak,
So strong: husband and children all ‘round me,
All full of Your love, Your will we did seek—
. . . Now plundered, ravaged by the Enemy.
When I see th’ beauteous mandevilla, Lord,
I catch a glimpse of Heaven filled with You:
No sin, no decay, no devastation . . .
Just You—worshipped by saints—their reward:
To live daily within Your Heavenly view,
In robes washed white, restored to perfection.
But I—I’m still here Lord—dealing with death,
Grieving through each day, though I take life’s breath,
With glimpses of You, but living in hell . . .
How to live in vic’try? Would someone pray tell?
Meanwhile, You say, “My grace is sufficient,
For My pow’r is made perfect in weakness;
Ev’rywhere Satan makes you deficient,
Enables Me to shine . . . through your meekness . . .”
O Creator God, You’ll overpower
Satan’s destruction of each fragile flower . . .
You've already restored my baby girl!
. . . Grant me grace to live in this broken world. . .
Lord, may I be like each dainty pink flow’r,
Radiating (Your) Beauty, my only duty,
And when my tears quickly overpow’r,
Flood my memory with Your awesome beauty. . .
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Written 7/22/09 – Fragile Flower – Angie Bennett Prince
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