Voice Of The Rose Of Sharon Poem by Wykeshia McCallister

And fertilized me so I can bloom more fuller

As the Gardener tendered His garden, I started to sprout
I was growing strong and sturdy, no doubt
From the moment on, I was described as the blossom of the dogwood tree
It's true that I was known as the Lily of the Valley

I was drenched in blood when I was pierced by thorns
In order for me to blossom, for your sins, I've been scorned
Yet still you have to go through obstacles as far as it goes

My days are like grass: as a flower of the field, I flourish
With me being the anointed one as your sweet-smelling Savior
The grass withered, the flower fades, but the Gardener's Word will forever stand
And it's all because I am your Rose of Sharon, the Great I Am