Lord, help me to grow as the wildflowers grow
be it a meadow or a crack in cement.
Despite the terrain, be it good or bad,
let me know I am there by intent.
Instead of my sadly complaining within
regarding life's rough terrain,
May my face, too, look upward to You
Through seasons of drought and rain.
Help me to bloom as the wildflowers bloom,
regardless of where I am placed;
wherever the spot You plant me,
Lord,let the air there be sweet with Your grace.
Someday a tired pilgrim may stop to rest
from carrying his heavy load
And thank my Creator for placing me there
to brighten that spot in life's road.
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