Poetry “Tulips Bend”
Praise begets praise
When our voices raise
Thoughts rise with the sun
And worship the holy one
Golden light doth lay
On everything the creator made
To feel Him near, And share delight
Is like a day never ending in night
Lord I love thee with all that I am
From a feeble woman to little lamb
I was designed to need and praise
Like daffodils cups with spring rays
Bestow water, snow, dappled luster
Brilliance, gleam, dazzling upward
There scent is fresh and smells like green, green smells like Eden yet to be seen
Orange smells sweet, it ripples
And rises as it please
Yellow translucent pleated petals
Perfectly shaped, as though formed from metal.
Nearby tangled tulip friends
Praise our savior as they bend
Proclaiming to those near and far
Of the joy that was birthed below a brilliant star.
Of his life, luminance, lament, laughter. Of rising from death soon after.
Of ascension, in a cumulous cloud
Puffy, fluffy, unending glory
Begot by the father by whom all things Are made
The counselor given, all sins are now forgiven.