Birthed by the Earth,

God planted me here.

I've grown not much

throughout these long years.

Roots settled in,

My stalk began to rise.

As a fragile bud, though,

I turned from sunrise.

Withering before living,

My leaves began to curl.

I crumpled, I thirsted,

'til The Maker gave me a whirl.

He watered my base

and He loved me with care.

Ensuring I sprout

with His passionate flare.

Enriched by his love,

empowered by His word,

I broke out of the ground,

my cries, at last, heard.

So I continue to grow

away from the wretched soil.

I've been blessed with petals

shielding me from past turmoil.

Grateful am I

that He who took so much care.

My gardener, my hero,

proved He will always be there.