Believe Me

I’m not saying that I know the whole truth, so help me God, I’m not saying even that I deserve your special respect, Although if this poem tells you that you are special to me, You might want to reflect on just how that could be true. I am not saying that I really KNOW there’s a God, I am not saying that I KNOW that I have been chosen, But in faith, I feel sure we cannot leave His presence, And I daily experience His tender mercies around me. I am not saying that my gifts are my own creation I am not saying my gifts can survive without my love, But a gift that is rejected can never find its value, And a nurtured gift honors both creator and gardener. A rose that’s been found is a rose that’s been chosen, A rose that’s been chosen shall rise up again, Created by bees that are pre-destined to serve it, There is nothing, ever, accidental about a rose. Brian Johnston April 23, 2015