My Rose Garden by Yvette Benjamin - HTML preview

LABOR OF LOVE

What would I do without your gentle

hand that firmly leads my way?

When stepping out from safety is

causing me despair.

What would I do without your voice

as soothing as a summer breeze?

When my frustrations have overwhelmed,

it’s your spoken word that brings me ease.

What would I do without your optimistic view

of all that has gone wrong?

You make the future look heavenly

and I hear the victor’s song.

What would I do without your eyes

that see clearly in dim light?

Sometimes, I’m blinded by the trees;

you make me see the forest as a delight.

What would I do without your time

that’s given undyingly?

When I would falter beneath the load,

time’s constraint quickly flees.

What would I do without you

as an ever-present friend?

Whose dedication to my cause

seems to have no end;

I wouldn’t rise above the trees

and touch the farthest star.

I wouldn’t soar amongst the clouds

or travel near; and far.

I wouldn’t walk among the thorns

and I would miss the beauty of the rose.

I wouldn’t run with the swift,

the dark of night would not depart.

I wouldn’t view my tears

as the watering of my heart.

I couldn’t feel for fear would seize my soul.

I wouldn’t flee the walls

that prevent me from being whole.

I wouldn’t hear the melody,

or be a victor over my foes.

I wouldn’t look beyond what’s evident

into the unknowns of earth.

I wouldn’t know that in the dark

creation had its birth.

I wouldn’t bear the load that’s mine;

I would envy that of others,

Not knowing that my load, though heavy,

is lighter than my brothers.

Now I never have to doubt

what the labor of love can truly be,

You’ve taught me what I can achieve in spite of me. The experience gained by laboring in love

is like a diamond rough,

For every turn, for turmoil overcome,

loves’ labor returns enough.

What would I do without you
as an ever-present friend?
I wouldn’t walk among the thorns
and I would miss the beauty of the rose