Little Lily of the Lord

" O LORD, my heart is not lifted up, my eyes are not raised too high;
I do not occupy myself with things too great and too marvelous for me.
But I have calmed and quieted my soul,
like a child quieted at its mother's breast;
like a child that is quieted is my soul.
O Israel, hope in the LORD from this time forth and for evermore." 1

Blooming Heart

My new heart is a lily fair,
Which blooms beneath the risen Sun;
The dew distilled from morning air,
Refreshes the Lord's little one.

I hold my bloom towards His light,
To soak up His warm rays of grace;
It sustains me through my dark night,
When He's hidden without a trace.

Though wayward breeze push me aside,
My bloom bends, yet my roots hold still.
My gaze returns when they subside;
His grace ensures I have my fill.

Before His throne, we watch and pray;
Our open hearts absorb His love.
We listen far more than we say;
Our wills are fixed on God above.

Turn to Him with a steadfast gaze;
He'll shine on you in all your ways!




(c) Paul Buis, 2000

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1. Psalm 131: 1-3