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
and too marvelous for me.
But I have calmed and quieted my soul,
like a child quieted at its mother's
like a child that is quieted is my
O Israel, hope in the LORD from this time
forth and for evermore." 1
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
1. Psalm 131: 1-3