Flowers of Eden - Poem
Flowers of Eden
The smell of love spreads across flowers in bloom
petals always there never dying -filling the room
yet across them we walk and trample
not ever understanding this Treasury of samples
right in front of us, like wind to our faces.
(I declare for your mind to perceive)
We cannot see when we're in hiding places!
Going about our day sinking in the sand
following the laws of mortal man.
'Tis not until our last breath of dying day
that our tears stretch across the volume of space.
It is when we have fallen and believed to have lost all
that the color of His love begins to call
upon our weeping cries. Left for dead
His hands reach down revealing this is where we were led!
Through our pains our humility is found
burdens are released and no longer abound.
He heals us as only He can do
revealing to us He has thought this through.
Why do we ever drift so far
when love is as close as the farthest star?
We let the world bang us around and beat us down
we cave in the glory of ourselves and build our own crowns
we lose our way, and blindly we walk
we speak with our lips, but we do not talk.
But then, just when, we cannot stand anymore
we reach with what little strength we have and open the door
He hears our cries- He was always there
sending Angels along our path to ease what we could no longer bear.
Angels that helped us, walked with us- was Him in His divine plan
and when we finally
opened the door we saw that: He can
deliver us from any earthly blows
and love us as only He knows.
So clear it all becomes when the Light has been let in
So awsome the day has begun when His might will win
Prayers, and Angels agree
He was always there standing beside me.
Indebted and full of sorrow
I look to lend my hand to the 'morrow
to honor Him and the love he has painted
upon this canvas of life that I have tainted.
Upon my knees and no strength to get up
I can feel now the power of His love.
Love scattered amongst us like flowers of Eden
is there for us to take -without a reason.
Your day is done, your tired and gray
worry is evil and profanes His name-
Be not afraid, look where you have been
Know that He has put you here so that you might live again!
He'll never give up, so why should you
Trust in Him and love Him too,
be not blind to the flowers around your air
and do not fall into the tempter's snare.
--© Robert Hutchinson
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