Beginning to blossom, a delicate rose bud
She waits for the tide to wash away the mud,
Wide eyed and hopeful, like a pearl in the sand
Then tenderly she carries it, cradled in her hands.
Like a child chasing butterflies, she runs up the path
Wonder enlightening, and she begins to laugh
As the sun burns brightly in joyous azure skies
I watch her hopeful seeking with tears in my eyes.
Helpless to stop her, as she tries to share her find
One after another, they turn away, blind
She wilts, tears glistening, hands drooping beside
And turns away alone again, her treasure to hide.
I call her name, she turns to me, with sorrow in her eyes
I reach to her, and gently start to brush away the lies -
Lies that tell her she has nothing worthy to impart
And like a balm, I whisper words of truth to her heart.
I tell her how I glimpse the beauty cradled in her hands
I tell her how God made those pearls, glinting in the sands
And as the waves of truth wash away rejection’s mudThe heart revealed in her hand’s a delicate rose bud.