PRISCILLA’ S PLACE is a residential treatment center for women and this poem was written for all the ladies there, both residents and staff.
Priscilla’s Place where change begins
Not change merely visible
But change within.
Like a plant that flowers
Right before your eyes.
Like a robin’s egg hatching
Into a bird that flies.
Flowers are regal, steadfast and strong
Standing tall when the suns beating down,
Genuflecting when the storms last all night long.
We’re all like flowers
Made by the great flower maker,
Empowered, nurtured by His loving showers.
But there are weeds all around us
Because of the fall,
Some looking like flowers
Wanting to destroy us all.
Priscilla’s Place is the garden
Where we identify our weeds,
See their real purpose
And how we’re deceived.
Giving us the tools to remove ’em,
Helping us pull ’em out;
Planting bulbs in their place,
With real hope, not doubt.
Bulbs planted and nurtured
That take root and grow;
Soon glowing in God’s light,
Letting life’s storms come and go.
The key to growing,
Is the garden we choose.
Choose the one growing flowers,
Not weeds destined to lose.
And trusting the Gardener,
He’s sovereign, we’re not.
Growing daily and blooming, each flower unique,
So amazed and thankful not a weed in the plot.
Some roses, some tulips and honeysuckle so sweet.
Thankful the Gardner created us
And made us His master piece.