Uprooted

Along with the Marigolds
We water the Weeds
Along with the Truth
We plant filthy seeds
Saying one thing, yet doing another
Like tangled thorns, the flowers we smother.

With our sins we strangle beauty
But never truly is it dead
Our souls are never tragic
It’s all just in our heads

Unnecessarily, we beat ourselves down
In rains of sorrow, we’re sure to drown.
Confined to a basin, We’ll never be free
A life to hasten, time’s an enemy.

Marigolds, Magnolias, and Rosies
Hibiscus, Lilies, and Posies,
Numbers of flowers outnumber the weeds
Like evil outnumbers the charitable deeds.

With limbs stretched upward, petals towards the sky,
Our hopes are restored with every passerby.
The wind tries to sway us, we remain bent but not broken,
The children cause a ruckus, our stories go unspoken.

The Sun our one, true Savior
He redeemed our misbehavior,
A love one cannot measure,
Through constant pain and pleasure.
In the muck and mire we grow,
Our life a struggle, reap what was sewn.
Petals wither, day fades away,
Within this mire, will we forever stay?
Within the weeds, we’ve began to mold,
Are we ever to escape this familiar chokehold?

Out of the storm, Out of the snow, Out of this Garden I want to go.