As a flower slowly opens her first bud unto the dawn of spring,
so I am slowly becoming the woman You intended me to be.
As the warmth of summer comes to welcome all into her sun-kissed arms,
so You are teaching me to be in the darkness of the world.
As a song slowly takes it's intricate shape as the lyrics fall on the page,
I am starting to learn the song You intended me to sing.
As complex as a snowflake in the winter snow, carved by Your hand
I fall more in love with You each day.
Show me my life through Your eyes.
Your hand nurturing me into becoming seasons.






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