My Sleeping Flower

The pettled rose so perfect and meek
How soft the breeze that kisses the cheek
Its fragrance sweetens and fills the air
I caress its giving, its love and its care

I watch it grow and I tend it long
I listen to it singing, alone, its sweet song
When sunbeams shine it lifts its fair head
And shows its glory, its yellow and red

It stands up straight when roused from sleep
Not weary or tired, its roots are deep
Each season through, it always gave pleasure
This gift, it’s from God, it’s His unique treasure

With seasons new, they beckon for change
While some I know, still others feel strange
The flower no longer its glory revealed
It’s time to move on, its fate has been sealed

As far as the east stretches wide from the west
I struggle with knowing as to what might be best
My pages I turn, the instructions are clear
You’re in God’s hands now, you’re in God’s hands, my dear

You’ve always been with me, my partner in life
My sweetheart, my darling, my best friend and wife
I’ll think of you often each day and each hour
I’ll love you for always, you are my sleeping flower

                                                         ~ Keith Fairhurst ~