A Flower On the Tower

Poised with elegance rare Confidence oozing... Eyes fixed with a glance and stare Melting the garrison of my heart Once fortified to parry away Darts from others Who could rip open the healing wounds I am disarmed...... A gazelle, marble, turquoise...a rare gem Help me describe To your heart...I have subscribed! Though miles away Yet serenity, gentleness, calmness and integrity radiates Your heart's desire is mine as well To seek HIS Kingdom first...you are a saint! Purified by the reason of faith in the CROSS Behold the old is gone...all has become new Says the WORD! Yesterday's condemnation, guilt and shame In HIS precious BLOOD drowned! Be my medical prescription...I implore My comfort, my shelter ...my joy! The queen that you are To me you shall become The Empress of my Empire! To you shall be given...all that you desire and require No longer shall you be That flower on the tower ...so scarce like the autumn shower... For in the garden of my heart Firmly you have been, PLANTED!