Reminisce to that first beautiful dawn.	
Which was blossoming like a lace garland.	
Each flower sweet and illuminating.		
A floral message.					

Each petal is a delicate letter.			
An angelic language softly spoken.		
From which we build our faith in God alone.	
Built on solid ground.					

The tide has relentlessly pushed and shoved.	
The world's currents ruthlessly twist and turn.
Attempting to destroy my faith in God.	
All to no avail.						

With my eyes closed and my thoughts contented.
I can once again relive that moment.		
When by faith I reached out to the Lord.	
Embracing Gods' grace.				

From the dark I stepped forth into the light.	
Leaving behind the cold uncaring world.	
Reborn by God through the Holy Spirit.	
Into Christ's image.					

For without faith I could never be saved.	
Nor could ever be reconciled with God.	
Through the perfect sacrifice of Jesus.	
My Lord and saviour.				

MJ Flack