Come, all of you flowers in the gutter,
Wanderers, vagabonds, moral hitchhikers with no place to go, but forward. You can throw away your broken rearview mirror now,
Toss it out the window, were never going back.
Liars, thieves, molested and molester, burned out, dropped out or kicked out…you’re welcome here.
Gutter flower, your beauty is lily like,
resurrections glistens on your face,
You are searched for, precious fragrance of earth,
Heaven’s worn a crown of bloodstained thorns,
to see your rising.
Bruised or broken,
Used or forgotten,
here you are gently found.
Drugged out, phased out, split up or chewed up,
Here you can stand up again.
Calling all gutters to give up the flowers,
Angels are gathering eternal bouquets,
Littering the place of His dwelling,
With hidden beauty.
You are wanted,
Gutter flower,
You are,
His delight.
4 comments:
Beautiful...
I can be part of this. -Matt
"Here you are gently found",
"You are wanted"
Those two lines stand out to me.
Eric, I have watched you over the last nine years and before, gently find, and make strangers know, they are wanted.
I have talked with you while you were anxiety ridden over a member of your youth many times. I have seen you scarcely able to talk as you fought back the tears of love for the kids you minister to.
I have watched young teens grow and become mature young adults while you have prayed, pleaded, and wept over the youth of your church.
This poem, from the depths of your heart, has been planted there from the tender age of 15 when Christ swept into your life and awakened His love for the lost in you.
As God has enlarged your heart and sharpened your vision to notice the flower that has dropped its petals, I continue to thank God for His work in you,
Love Dad
Thanks dad, you always bring me encouragment in difficult times. It's great to call ones dad their best friend. Love you.
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