Blessings Disguised

Pricked with struggles
and in my path cast thorns
Tore my wilting petals
and hurled upon me a storm

Till my heart withered
tendering in pain
and my mind weeped
flooded with rain

From my broken soul
tug out the weeds
Shower it with mercy
and plant therin a seed

Allowing me to flourish
and bloom with your grace
So beautiful shoots
emerge and interlace

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