~depths of the soul~
the delicate bud, on first Your sight,
was tightly closed.
not even the sweetest ray of sun
could penetrate her tightly furled petals.
she knew not what You saw
in this tightly closed flower,
she knew not how
a gentle touch from You
could awaken her from her slumber,
cause her petals to slowly part,
to waken unto Your gentle touch.
once the bud began to bloom
there was no way to contain her
except with Your gentle hand of guidance.
and so You took Your delicate rose
into hand,
each day reaching deeper within the bloom,
drawing more and more out of her,
leaving her silently screaming
and desperate to give more, to give all...
to lose herself in You.