She is a beautiful flower in full bloom, yet a touch tainted by the worlds sordid evils
And all of life’s gloom. Pressured by society and all it has to offer, she struggles
To keep her most precious bloom.
Thirsty she wrestles to be filled with living water. Her Limber edge fights to flourish
Within, because of the forever dry spell that she’s in.

Weary and tired and not much strength her limber edge becomes most weak.
She asked herself why?
How can this be?

Caught in a vision of a magnificent sunrise, she reminiscences her first love with tear streamed eyes. She ponders over her question, her question why?

The cares of this world with all it’s riches faded her beauty and withered her blossom.
She forsook the guide of her youth and pursued the journey of something new.
Trusting not in the Father nor believing in deliverance through the High Priest,
Nor relying upon the Holy Spirit to teach her all things.

No longer the beautiful Flower in full bloom, for now her leaves are wilted and
Death is on its way. Her leaves and vines no longer watered by the clouds that she
Once had, nor is there fruit within the vine because of the decayed roots of sin.
Her spots she created from the excitement of glistening lights and free choices
Of life, now leaves her withered in the rotten roots of lies.
She sought not the faithful promises that she once had been taught,
Therefore her blessed inheritance she purposely ignored then foolishly forgot.