As a Flower

As a Flower

As a flower toward the sun

let me ever upward grow,

that Your light I would behold

and Your beauty I would know.

Though rooted in the earth I stand

my face to You is turned,

and for Your loving favor

I the earth will gladly spurn.

And in the darkness of the night,

in the beauty of the stars,

let me not forget the sun,

who has loved me well thus far.