A Flower Blooms* A flower blooms in garden fair, Wafting scent into the air; All who see its beauty rare, Cannot help but linger there. A girl is born in joy and pain, Her parents revel in their gain; And in her cradle she is lain, As daylight fades, and sunset wanes. A blossom rare, this maid of ours, At sixteen she’s the best of flowers; Sharing life for untold hours, Withholding not her many powers. Now she rests, her work is done, And finished all she had begun. She waits in sleep for Christ to come, To rise, receive the prize He’s won. *January, 2000, Burleson, Texas