The Lord Almighty’s Little Rose
A delicate little flower
Scared of being torn
She places herself in a sanctuary
Made of thistles and thorns
As she grew
She felt safe as could be
But as she bloomed
She noticed everybody would flee
Little Rose cried
as the rain poured down
Then she heard the wind whisper
“Please don’t frown…
Instead of trying to protect yourself
Allow me to hold you like clay;
Allow me to do your defending
Just trust in these words I say
I know it can be scary
To surrender your life to me
I promise you’ll be safe;
I promise you’ll feel more free”
* * *
And with that, Little Rose, shed her thorns
Smiling at the birds and the bees
She bloomed bigger than ever
Allowing all of creation to see
That she’s not just a delicate flower;
She’s no longer scared of her foes;
She’s comforted knowing she is His:
The Lord Almighty’s Little Rose.
The whisper in the wind is God’s whisper to you; and YOU are His Little Rose.
We – Christian women – are like roses: we grow thorns to protect ourselves against being hurt by others. But fail to realize, that as much as those thorns protect us from evil or mean or toxic people, they also keep us from nice people with pure hearts. Those thorns also turn us a little mean because we’re hiding so much in fear of being hurt, that sometimes we might just do the hurting. We might become the monsters we fear the most…
This is where this poem came from; from a place of no longer wanting to be a fearful person, always hiding away and being mean. I want to be a woman of God — a Proverbs 31 woman; a woman with a gentle and quiet heart; a woman created to only serve and glorify God… And I realized I could not be that woman with thorns on my heart. Because in warding off the evil, I warded off everybody. And warded off so many chances of spreading the good news and gospel of my Lord, Jesus Christ. So many opportunities missed… Yet many more to come that I don’t want to miss also.
As I said, it’s somebody I aspire to be. It’s tough being that woman. There are more days I feel like a thorny rose rather than a gentle and pure rose. But that’s where the Lord steps in… Or at least we must allow Him to step in and purify our hearts and souls to be more like Him. We must LAY DOWN OURSELVES and our ways and fears, and allow Him to create new desires and joy and love within us. We must rest in Him, bask in His goodness and grace, trust and believe that He will protect and defend us when needed, and glory in and glorify Him in all that we are. We must always have a listening ear for His whisperings of truth and love and wisdom. And always remember WE ARE HIS — YOU ARE HIS.
If you don’t feel like you’ve got this, then HE DOES. He holds you in the palm of His hands. He knows every hair on your head. He wove your entire being into existence. He knows EVERYTHING about you. All you have to do is surrender to His plans for you. Then you will realize you are just a delicate flower waiting to grow and blossom for His splendour and glory.
God bless you my fellow flower friend.
If you enjoyed this poem and little explanation of where it derived from, then you should check out the book I wrote in which this poem is in: ‘She’s A Flower In A Wasteland.’
