Every Flower I have Seen

Every flower I have seen
stands among a bower green
and tips its head to the wind.
And every fabric ever spinned
by man’s design that I have seen
cannot compare to the flower mean.
What sights and sounds that all around
display the maker’s love is found
by hearts that see with a lover’s eye
what love only can love descry.

But hearts that by greed are bound
upon such beauty they have frowned.
For the two cannot be mixed
either love or self you must choose betwixt
For it is either black or white
there’s no maybe in wrong and right
though by the devil you are tricksed
upon truth shall thou be fixed.

For every flower I have known
by God’s love was surely sown.
Though planted there by His grace
thorns and briars steal their place.
Their seeds by the wind are blown
But still God knows His own.