Flower With Thorns

When plagued with frustration angst and despair I must come out from dooming failure’s pit As full-blown flower, to heaven I stare Since from life’s thorns, I can’t have my exit! Being God’s design of peace-purity I exude grace and pardon's abundance Exemplifying this truth’s verity: Thorns complete roses’ beauteous appearance. As flower blooming midst blest stewardship I strive for blissful service endeavor Trusting the Lord* toward praise-filled worship Midst thorns testing my conquering fervor. Life indeed is not a bed of roses Yet faith in Christ softens thorn-filled crosses. *Psalm 112:7 He shall not be afraid of evil tidings: his heart is fixed, trusting in the LORD. (Personification in sonnet form) July 11, 2020 9th place, "The Flower, The Thorn Or Both" Premier Poetry Contest Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 7/11/2020.