I saw that one of God’s wildflowers was wilting in the weather

But Jesus gave her a drink.

Just when she couldn’t take anymore storms

She would see His hand come reach.

 

I watched as He sat over her frame

I’d see Him blow tenderly

Giving her little bursts of life

Ever so gently.

 

The flower, she wondered, if life could go on

For nothing seemed ever the same

But as I watched a hand from Heaven

Was drawing a picture of rain.

 

Showers of blessings were soon coming down

Singing a sweet refrain

And soon the wildflower was filled with joy

By the power of Christ’s dear name.