I shall ever be a wallflower
Of this, I’m sure at last
The ground beneath the springtime shower
Whose moment has long passed
I will never be famous
Nor will I e’er see the stars
I am an ignoramus
When compared to all You Are.

I shall ever be a wallflower
Who in the corner rests
Someone without the means and power
To reap wealth and success
I am shaded by the darkness
Of a light that burns quite dim
As I slumber in the stillness
Pondering to sink or swim.

I shall ever be a wallflower
And not what You had planned
For while Your Goodness humbly towers
My leaves of life can’t stand
You see, this night I’m weak, O! Lord
I fear that I shall fall
And ‘til my faith has been restored
I am calmed by this wall.

I shall ever be a wallflower
Until, at last, the day
When ceased shall be the autumn showers
That make my soul feel gray
I pray you’ll see me through this time
And quickly make it leave
For, Lord, You Know, my heart divine
Wants so much to believe.

© 2005 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection