Writing Wednesday: Bloom

The flowers of our dark broken hearts,
Withered by Adam's decision
Use the last drop of strength to
Stretch for the light
But it's never enough
We can't ever reach
The glory of the morning son

But One came to help
Those rotten plants
Although they did nothing for Him
He died for those flowers
That could never, never thank Him
But when he rose our salvation was bought
Ensuring we'd be able to bloom

He's our trellis
Our supporting post
Our fertilizer
We must soak up His words
So we can have
The fragrance
Of  Heaven

With him at our side
Lifting our limbs
Telling us which way
Is the best to grow
With Him helping us
We'll reach the day
And bloom in the bright morning light