Happy birthday!
MY WILD FLOWER!
You bloom where no one planted you,
Under skies both kind and cruel.
The wind sings to you,
The sun gently kisses your petals.
You are not tamed by gardens or fences,
You belong to the open fields —
Free, strong, and quietly radiant.
Even storms cannot steal your grace.
You remind the world:
Beauty is not always planned,
Sometimes it simply is.
My dear wildflower,
Heaven planted you with invisible hands,
In fields where few dare to stand.
The Spirit waters your roots with grace,
And angels sing as you unfold your petals.
You are proof that God’s beauty blooms even in wilderness,
That strength is born in surrender,
And your fragrance carries His glory wherever you stand.
My dear wildflower,
You are marked for the unseen garden,
Chosen for such a time as this.
Even when winds rage, your roots go deeper,
Drawing from wells not seen by eyes.
The wilderness could not break you —
It prepared you.
You carry mantles hidden in your petals,
And when your full bloom comes,
The nations will see and call you blessed.
For you are Heaven’s wildflower —
Planted, preserved, and purposed.
DRESS//
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