Like a Flower


God painted your life like a flower

With rich and beautiful hue,

From a silent, empty canvas

He painted a purpose for you.


He painted the clouds over blue skies

So you’d gain life from the rain

He painted with strokes, oh so gentle,

The storms and the joy and the pain.


He painted His light over shadow

Soft strokes, resplendent and bright,

Without the pain of the dark days,

Would your roots seek the love of his light?


With colors you’d never imagine,

He still paints each petal with care,

 ‘Til your soul unfolds like a flower,

With fragrant beauty, tender and rare.


Sharon Frye