Trust in Jesus and that will do

of the many things I seek
which are peace and serenity
these indulgence come quite scarcely
at this hour of my emotional need
I tread where flowers bloom
where the hills and skies always meet
where the fragrance of spring fulfills
the qualification of it being call a bed of flowers
where their breed are varied offspring
of parents of different plant families

My shoes were worn with dirt
stained with grass and pebble stones
I shook them in haste
for new shoes look upon dirt with much distaste
I found a flock of sheep
whose hours are occupied with graze and bleats
upon the mount where flowers and the skies often meet

The Groom O Whom I love
was windswept in hair and His robes are white and sash a usual red
the great High Priest Whom I adore
(Jesus Christ the Son of God)
tis novel to say the least
but I love Him more than just ideas from the mind of novelists
and if others say otherwise
I should still consent respect with quiet sighs

Jesus handsome and beautiful in presence
stand magnificently
was at bliss at some sort of secret
smiling serenely

He turned around and smiled
at the child stained with consented selfish sins
whose face was ashed with guilt
whose weight of faults were lamentations of grace insufficient
I stared at the the ground for I knew indeed
I was sinful and aye it bled from deep within
I knew I was full of pride and sin
yet when a hand tilt my chin quite gently

"I look upon a child not because
he is obedient to My words
I look upon a child not because he has done many good and praise worthy deeds
I choose each sheep to fill my flock
for one reason and this is simply because
I love each and every one of you
I love you, dear and that alone shall do

Look at the fields they laugh and play
lavished with mirth and childlike spirit
as flowers and trees with fruits display
they are joyful for they surrender to Me and say
Take me Lord and use me in Your will
yes Lord here I am...
take me for I am Yours...they proclaim

I seek the sheep who is
surrendered all to Me
for in their surrendering
allows Me to form and use them as I please
In forming know that you shall be pruned and made to glorify Me

Ah, the fields are all aplenty
with richness from My Father's store
blessed is he who trusts in the Lord
for he shall praise and glorify God in all his conduct

Do not be afraid to be you
you are you and no one else shall ever do
no two seeds shall sprout the same
your faults and sins shall not be reason for you to bow your head in shame
yes you have them and this shall teach you to be
humble and walk in path with Me
but let your submission be entirely unto Me
and I shall make you bloom for My purpose for you
do not be afraid and trust in Me
and that will do."

The fields are plenty with flock
around where the winds and flowers often meet
courted by the skies and clouds who candidate themselves to these

Look at the fields they laugh and play
lavished with mirth and childlike spirit
as flowers and trees with fruits display
they are joyful for they surrender to Me and say
Take me Lord and use me in Your will
yes Lord here I am...
take me for I am Yours...they proclaim

I seek the sheep who is
surrendered all to Me
for in their surrendering
allows Me to form and use them as I please
In forming know that you shall be pruned and made to glorify Me

I look upon a child not because
he is obedient to My words
I look upon a child not because he has done many good and praise worthy deeds
I choose each sheep to fill my flock
for one reason and this is simply because
I love each and every one of you
I love you, dear and that alone shall do."