O Wondrous one!
Whose formless wonder lends beauty
to imperfect form
As the sun lends beauty even to ruin.
Adorn me with your adoration!
Were that my soul, Your garden -
And your exultation, its soil -
Whose blossom-fragrance lingers long
after full bloom.
How beautiful is the rose
How beautiful it is to become!
As night shifts into day with the glory of sunrise,
A flower before bloom does not beauty compromise.
O give me strength to know my place
And carry my station with appropriate grace,
Give patience to walk, then run,
Lest for haste, my growth's undone.
For You, I still my beating heart!
For You, I play my given part!
For You, I strive to metamorphose;
O, For You, this bud will be a rose.