Rose of Sharon

That I would open my heart
Like a rose opens its petals
Whether in the sun or in the rain
And so let your love shine on me
 
That my scent would be sweet
My motives true and pure
A honeyed fragrance of rose
From my offering of obedience

That my life would bloom 
My life's work blossom
In the brilliance of the rose
Bearing the spirit’s fruit
 
That my heart would know courage
Unbounded and relentless
Enduring as the rose in the storm
Or as it blooms in the desert

That my ways would be modest
And gentle and kind
As soft as the feel of the rose
As gentle as the Spirit's whisper
 
That I would learn to count my days
In each minute I must set my mind
To blooming all the bloom in me
Unashamed praise for my master