Wilted Flower by Christian Rothrock
From stillness and quietness my inner voice was heard
Many years I screamed, yet never said a word
Burdens and secrets crept in like a childhood monster at night
Sleepless, scared, and lonely nights awaited
Would someone ever hear my silent cry?
I walked around with smiles and blooming flowers
Little did anyone know there was a buried, wilted flower within
The flower didn’t want to die, but live
Could a wilted flower ever be saved and bloom like the rest?
Or would a wilted flower be thrown to the ground to be trampled on again?
During the stillness and quietness, finally my voice was heard
God had heard my desperate plea and inner screams!
He brought comfort, healing, and guidance
He listened when no one would
He listened when I thought no one could hear
It is possible for a once, wilted flower to bloom again after all
Even a trampled-on flower still has a chance if given water and sunlight
When no one can hear a wilted flowers desperate cry
God hears the cry and brings water and sunlight
With water and sunlight, a wilted flower blooms again