Let me be your wildflower

I felt it in my heart,

One fine morning of spring

Whilst I wished I was somewhere else,

Doing something important in some ways,

I felt that perhaps I could let You in,

For once,

Stay still,

Have the windows wide open

And remember,

What it feels like to have a Father

I can take by the hand and trust

To climb mountains,

To cross rivers,

To climb trees,

And to whisper amongst the branches…

I promise You.

Not to worry so much about these things,

To think only of Your peace,

Or as they would say here, Your justice.

I promise

To be Your wildflower, Lord

Gentle,

And loving,

Swiftly gone

If you will,

Just say the word

Or send Your wind.

I promise

To serve,

And think only of this:

To see them happy,

To get tired

So they may be free.

I promise

To become your refuge,

Your garden of quiet and beauty

So that You may know

That you can rest in me.

Let me be Your wildflower, Lord

And I promise to spend the rest of my days

Alone,

Making you feel in my heart

Like at home. —

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