“She's faced the hardest times you could imagine.
And many times, her eyes fought back the tears.
And when her useful world was about to fall in,
each time her slender shoulders
Bore the weight of all her fears
And a siren no one hears
Still rings in midnight silence in her ear.
“Let her cry for she's a lady.
Let her dream, she is a child
Let the rain fall upon her
She's a free and gentle flower growing wild.
“And if by chance I should hold her
Let me hold for all time
If allowed just one possession
I would pick her from the garden to be mine.
“Be careful how you touch her she will awaken
Sleep's the only freedom, that she knows.
And when you walk into her eyes, you won't believe
The way she's always paying for a debt she never owed
And the silent winds still blow
But only she can hear, so she groans…
For the last four days I have awakened to this song, gone to sleep with it and it has even been in my dreams. "Wildflower" a remake of a song originally sung by Canadian group, Skylark, covered by New Birth in 1973. Often times when a song gets in my spirit, I have learned that the Lord is speaking and wants me to know something. So of course, as I normally do when this happens, I looked up the words.
Then I looked up the reason why the song was written, it said that this man was in love with this woman though something in her eyes told him this woman was troubled, “She’s faced the hardest times you could imagine and many times her eyes fought back the tears.” But he asked to date her and when they were going to go on their date, a patient that the woman had been caring for died and she blamed herself for it, even though it wasn’t her fault. “The way she’s always paying for a debt she never owed.” And the woman falls asleep and the man just allows her to sleep, not wanting to wake her because in her sleep is all the peace she gets.
Looking at her the man falls in love with her and he wants her to be his, maybe to take away the pain that she so obviously feels (thinking no one knows about), “And a siren no one hears, still rings in midnight silence in her ears.” And the man understands. He wants to anyway. And he calls her a lady, and a child and then a wild flower. Realizing that she found herself in a place because of happenstances. Circumstances that just happened that she had no control over. And she was still beautiful.
I also looked up what a wildflower is. It’s a flower that has not been intentionally planted anywhere in particular, but because of the circumstances that seed found itself in, sprung up. Sometimes in undesirable places. But even in that undesirable place that wildflower continues to blossom and grow, in spite of the rain. “Let the rain fall down upon her.”
That’s when God spoke to me. God loves me. NEWSFLASH!!! And He loves you too. And He will tax every grain of sand whenever we are doubting that, to let us know, even if it means speaking through a song from many moons ago. God said that I am like that flower, growing in the wild.
That wild is representative of the stage that I am in, in my life right now. An unfamiliar place, (becoming all too familiar). For me it’s my walk in this shadow of grief. For you, it may be a job (new or old), where you seemed to have worn out your welcome. It may be a place in your life where you might feel alone. A stage where thorns have grown, and it seems that you find yourself apologizing or blaming yourself (as the lady in the song) for even things you didn’t do. As I have, all too often. It’s an unfamiliar place. A place in the wild. A wilderness experience, where you might feel lost. Where tears are falling, and no one seems to know about it. Where you have been dreaming dreams, but tired that they are not coming to pass. (God has given you that vision, don’t you dare let go of it!) Where you no longer feel useful, because all your world (as you knew it) has fallen. (Like this woman in the song, who was distraught because a patient died). God said that although you may find yourself in a strange place, He knows where you are. (And knows where I am too). You are a flower. Growing in the wild.
But even in the wild, the flower still grows. And it makes wherever it has found itself, beautiful. Just as this woman was despite her circumstances.
And by mid song, the singer changes the chorus to
“Let her cry for she's a lady
Let her dream, she is MY child
Let the rain fall upon her
She's a free and gentle flower growing' wild
She is MY flower growing wild.
The singer takes ownership of her. It was almost as if God was speaking Himself when I heard this. You are MY child. You are MY flower. MY flower growing wild.
Because God is real, I am
Still His servant and now His wild flower,
You can listen to the song here...
I pray it ministers to your spirit, just as much as it has ministered to mine.