A prayer and declaration of faith for Wild flower...from my little soul. She is a wild flower Whose petals have been Torn from her... Fallin' to the ground. And thus, for many reasons She has been down. But this Spring shall be different. There is a hope from her despair. God is doing a new thing, Blowing her pollen everywhere. She grew wildly in the valley, Halfway to mountain tops. But this Spring she'll different, Revived in morning thick dew drops. This day shall God choke her weeds. From this day forth He shall show Himself MIGHTY in meeting her needs. She shall grow wild this season, She shall look back And cherish the reason. For trials come to strengthen us. As God comes thru... We value trust. May her pollen blow on others Encouraging them to go on further. May she realize that she's a wild flower, This is her purpose...this is her hour. To uplift me and the other poets. When we need the seeds of life. She shall not shy away... She shall teach us how to grow it. She shall not be afraid this season For she shall flourish and grow wild. She is more than a conqueror. She is His loving child.