I am growing,
I am growing
this hardy flower, me.
Straining through
the muck and weeds
in my struggle
to be free.
A glimmer
through the darkness
glowing faintly
from above.
I am reaching,
I am reaching
toward Your light,
Your love.
The promise
of Your Word
where my fragile
roots take hold,
brings forth a bud
of hope, of hope...
of freedom, yet untold.
Poem About My Spiritual Journey
I love this poem a lot. It really does speak truth in how we grow in Christ. Everybody has seen or is experiencing a hardship or struggle that was meant for a purpose. But it is through...
In Your Garden
Published by Family Friend Poems November 2015 with permission of the Author.
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