She's a flower in the desert <br />thirsting for the living water; <br />Her petals start to fall <br />with the burning sun scorching her, <br />the cruel sands hurting <br />while the wind is merely blowing. <br />You could see she's all alone - <br />a flower in the desert. <br />You could see her tears flowing, <br />making her alive - <br />for all those years she tried <br />to hide the pain she felt inside. <br />She never knew her tears, <br />sweet tears is making her alive. <br />Of how strong she was, <br />she never knew. <br />She watched herself as petals fell and flew - <br />even her broken heart fell... <br />but her contrite spirit cried in mighty prayer <br />to Him that's waiting for her prayer. <br />It rained. In the desert, it rained. <br />The once dying flower has blossomed. <br />With her face towards the heavens, <br />her thirst was quenched. <br />For out of her humble prayer <br />came the living water... <br />springing up unto everlasting life. <br /> <br /> <br />2June2011 <br />Batac <br />For our investigator, Adelaida.<br /><br />Jessel Jane Tevar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adelaida/
