The scent of awakening, sharp and refined,
A promise of life for the seeking of mind.
Like Camellia's blush on a cold winter's day,
A secret of splendor that will not delay.
A subtle anointing, a stirring within,
Where dormant beauty prepares to begin.
The fragrance of spice on the wings of the morn,
A new season's grace, beautifully born.
The spirit is ready to rise from the sleep,
For the promises given are His own to keep.
A Decree Over Flowers in All Seasons
We declare over you the truth of His Word:
Just as the flowers of the field are clothed by the Lord,
He asks, “And why do you worry about clothes?
See how the flowers of the field grow.
They do not labor or spin.
Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor
was dressed like one of these.”
May this truth andhor your soul in all seasons,
For His glorious care gives the life and the reasons.
Now let His favor abound,
May the warmth of His presence forever surround.
May you be clothed in His majesty, pure and complete,
And walk in the grace of His love, ever sweet.
