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