Allow me to grow and flourish like the daisies that sit in the sun.
I am not saying I have reached perfection and require less of your knowledge,
that I don’t need to lay in your warm nest,
which has molded me into a seed pregnant with ideas and wishes.
You have brought me out into a world,
a world hungry for attention,
and the more I gain access of this grace so abundant,
the inner voice makes a scream that gets louder and louder by the second..
Now if you don’t help me water this need,
how then will i know ,
whats for me and what isn’t?
Am I not victorious like the son of God
who openly displayed a mighty, mighty spirit, in the midst
of oppression he took it all to the cross,
to be a perfect representation,
not perfect at all,
as the wind blew harder and harder on his petals.
I can never achieve without the clapping of your hands
to uproot me.
I can never see the glory of the Lord
in the comfort of your wings
Allow me to flourish like the daisies that sit in the sun.