"A FLOWER IN THE STORM"

by: Terry Krepps


A fortress of flowers
Clothed only by the wind
Rinsed in a shower
Then cleansed from within

As the elements in rage
Toss the flowers to and fro
The sweet smell of sage
Is everywhere you go

As the petals start to wither
And the roots all drown
The wind is calling hither
all through the vacant town

A town that is lifeless
Occupied by only blooms
For those who are siteless
They clothe the bride and groom

Your body is the flower
created by your Saviour
Inside you is the power
filled with grace and his favor

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