She is as lovely as a blooming rose
And shines as bright as the morning sun
Her smile is beautiful to all who see
And her eyes sparkle like diamonds.
She is cherished by all she knows,
And her father is her God above.
She will not fall, e’en though all hell
Should endeavor to shake her love.
The trials come, and she is torn
Yet her love for God steady remains
The fight for joy is heartwrenching
Yet only joy will heal the pain.
But of course, she knows, her fight is fought
By God himself, who has ordained
The ending of this for her good.
By his might she is well sustained.
So lovely is her life of faith,
So humble, yet so glorious.
It shines above God’s brightest star,
And shall always be victorious.
What can I say to this lovely rose,
To comfort her as trials come?
Be steady and strong, and think not of
This earth, but of the Lord’s kingdom.
The winds of oppression shall not blow
Your lovely petals away, unless
The Lord decides that, for your good,
And His utmost glory, it is best.
Take comfort, trembling, shaking rose,
Comfort and peace are yours in Him.
Rest now, assured that he fights for you,
And the King of the universe will surely win.
(For Trish, and for all the women in my life who have gone and continue to go through trials. May you be strengthened in the Lord’s strength, and may you bloom as beautifully in his grace today as the day he created new life in you. I love you all.)
©Laura Wingerd 2011
