Blessed Obscurity

A little flower grows on a mountain side
On the lone frontier and way up high
No one knows how it survives
How it grows then withers and dies

You don't see that flower on that far hill
It will never sit on your window sill
That flower will stay up there until
It turn's to seed. That is God's will*

*In a distant place, unseen, unknown
Among the rocks I found a home

With no reputation, no name or size
Not to be admired by human eyes
It was born alone and alone it dies
As God broods over His obscure prize*

The wind it came and the wind it went
Back to the place from where it was sent
My stem didn't break though severely bent
And I remain alive in the storm content

Some grow together in fields like wheat
Dressed up like people on a crowded street
As we were sown, we will all be reaped
In the great bouquet at the judgement seat*