A Hurt Friend

There is a rose that grows in the night and day, as she awaits for someone to hold her, care for her. One day a young bird comes in, the rose lets him play with her, she doesn't know what is to happen. The bird returns day after day. They last a few months before a thorn grows, the rose, she is tired of the games. The bird induces the last thorn she can take and breaks her where it will take the longest time to heal, her heart. years later, one of the roses friends, a honeybee comes along and sees the rose is hurt. Days go and he desperately tries to care for her, but she doesn't want to let anyone in, she has locked up her heart until the day she feels she is ready for another try.

This is a true story. The rose symbolizes a beautiful, young women who was hurt to the point where she feels afraid of giving her heart to anyone. The bird was the boyfriend that hurt her, and the honeybee is me, one who has loved, but she is so hurt that she is scared to give anyone a chance until she feels ready.

My Psalm

Make me, my heart like wax o' LORD;
Strengthen my soul and mind.
Let wisdom, faith, friend, and cry
Be riches to my own.
Mold me to thou what is worthy of serving
Thy glorious power divine,
For I am not worthy
Lest it be thouest decree.
Let me not falter in serving thy name,
But bringeth forth thy word.
Please, enter thy home in my dearest heart,
And mercy and humble me.

Make me like wax and unlike rock,
A heart so wicked, so hard.
Their mind be weak, yet seem so strong,
They whom hast passionate tongue,
Yet still turnest away.

Make my heart so unlike rock,
But malleable to thy touch.
Clingeth to my heart, O' LORD,
Be victory in thy name.