Bloom Where You Are
The desert rose blooms in the fiercest heat,
It doesn't wish for the frangipani's sweet.
The bougainvillea climbs with vibrant grace,
Not longing for another’s place.
Yet here you are, your heart unsure,
Measuring blooms you can't secure.
But desert flowers do not compare
They thrive with beauty, unaware.
Your season’s not delayed or wrong,
The Gardener’s timing is steady and strong.
He’s growing roots beneath the sand,
A story crafted by His hand.
So lift your face to the blazing skies,
Drink in the grace your Maker provides.
In perfect time, your bloom will rise
Bold and bright before His eyes.
You are blooming under a faithful God, right on time.
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