We can never be lilies in the garden until we have spent time
as bulbs in the dark, totally ignored.
Break open to the sunlight,
Open to the rain,
Open to the glory,
Open to the pain.
To pain that says you are alive,
To heat that makes you grow,
To rain that fills your hunger,
To light that falls to show
The beauty of our gardener,
Who plants us with great care,
Who waters us and shares with us
His goodness everywhere.