Once While Praying In A Garden

Once while praying in a garden alone amidst the green                                                          
Of trees and shrubs competing for their glory to be seen.
Flowers too were growing; their rich colors charmed the eye.
And their beauty was admired by each happy passer-by.
And their beauty was admired by each happy passer-by.

When I left the path to enter a certain lonely, shady space
I saw with joyful wonder such a blossom in that place.
No sunlight nor admir'rs smiled upon the bloom I saw
Thriving hidden in the thicket with a glory rarely seen.
Thriving hidden in the thicket with a glory rarely seen.

God only saw her offering -- bright, delicate, and sweet --
And beasts such as hummingbirds and the straying worker bees.
God chose to plant her there, with sweet nectar, in His plan;
Lost, lowly beasts are refreshed, but they do not understand.
Lost, lowly beasts are refreshed, but they do not understand.

I'm entranced by the God proved worthy of the sacred praise
Of unseen, short lived, posies thriving gayly by His grace.
(And in time God will bend low with pleasure in His face
To pick His fragrant treasures to beautify His place.
To pick His fragrant treasures to beautify His place.)

Lord, I want to be Your flower in the lonely place You choose,
Love and serve You without measure, though hid from public views,
And wanderers may be revived, But always may I raise
Off'rings alone for You, my God, of service, love, and praise.
Off'rings alone for You, my God, of service, love, and praise.
                                                                               -pdd

(The flower I saw was a lone Bird Of Paradise bloom hidden away in the foliage by God somewhere in Argentina. But I caught a view of the otherwise undiscovered delight.)