You are like a flower that is growing from seed
Stretching past the thistle and weed
Think of the gardener way up high
Looking down with a smile from the sky
Think of the sun quiet and warm
But hold your roots firm
And prepare for the storm
The wind and the rain will lash out all night
You will feel that the gardener has left you to fight
But just at this time when you feel your struggles in vain
A kind prayer from your heart pierces the rain
The gardener appears and takes the storm in one hand
For this is his garden and this is his land
As your roots grow deeper your aim becomes clear
To call out to the gardener
When trouble draws near
The one true friend who seems so far away
Will warm your heart
Beyond the pains of today

zahida