in a lonely valley, where no creature has passed
grows a delicate flower sprinkled by the morning dew
it’s petals as soft as a gentle breeze upon a weary heart
and it’s color as deep and vivid as the evening sky
it’s fragrance is of late autumn and the essence of spring
and fills the valley floor in peace and tranquility
but no eyes have ever beheld
or it’s fragrance has anyone smelled
for it grows alone with no one to see
in a lonely valley, completely wild and free
free from onlookers and no need to perform
free from being tainted by the lures to conform
always true and noble and uncompromisingly right
forever pure, and admirable, and lovely in sight
and in this barren backdrop it’s beauty shines forth
as in the darkest of night shines the star of the north
and one may begin to question the utility of such a thing
for if no one is there to see it then all it’s beauty is for nothing
but it’s beauty is not based upon the opinions of man
but by whom it was created and by His sovereign plan
“for you created my inmost being”
“your eyes saw my unformed body”
“all the days ordained for me and written in your book”
“before one of them came to be”
and thus my desire is to be such a flower
hidden away in the wilderness upon a lonely tower
not to be worthy or big in the eyes of men
not to be defined by the world and it’s values and trends
but forever hidden away under the shadow of His wings
to offer my fragrance of worship to the one and only King
