You Make Me Flowers

After all this time,

after all my weakness,

after I’ve run from you for the millionth time,

what can I say of you?

You make me flowers.

In my darkest moments

you hold my heart in your hand.

In the depth of my depravity

you never even thought to flinch away from me.

You look at me as I look at the stars—

gazing in awe and wonder at such a beautiful creation.

You enjoy me as I enjoy roses—

such a sweet fragrance flowing from their core.

At every moment throughout the day,

from the beginning of days until now,

you’ve seen me as your lovely bride,

you’ve seen me as your treasure.

[And I will always be].

And so you make me flowers.

I could never imagine that a simple flower

could tell me such magnificent things of my Lord.

‘Look, I made this because I create all things good—everything wonderful and glorious comes from me.  And because I love you I give you beauty to enjoy.  Beauty to bring you delight, to bring you closer to me heart, to help you fathom my great and fathomless and everlasting love.”

If flowers had voices,

they would be sweet as their scent.

And with those sweet voices would rise a melody sweeter still

to sing your beauty back to you.