Once upon a time, there was a mere weed

where a flower was meant to bloom.

She searched for a spot in a respectable garden,

but for her there was no room.

The weed bathed beneath harsh rains,

wishing she could change her fate.

She loomed in the shadows

so that others would not mock her unsightly state.

She could not prevent men from trampling on her;

it was not within her power.

She was crushed beneath their cruelty,

this weed that was meant to be a flower.

Then one day the heavens broke loose

and the Sun shone on the weed below.

Beneath the Sun's care the wild weed changed,

and a flower began to grow.

The Sun told the former weed,

"You no longer need to roam.

For, My lovely flower, in My Father's garden

you will always have a home."

Once upon a time, there was a broken woman

where a lady was meant to bloom.

She searched for a spot in a respectable home,

but for her there was no room.

The woman wept harsh tears,

wishing she could change the course of her fate.

She hid among the darkness

so that others would not mock her unsightly state.

She could not prevent men from trampling on her;

it was not within her power.

She was crushed by their cruelty,

this wretch who was meant to be a flower.

Then one day the heavens broke loose

and the Son shown on the wretch below.

Beneath the Son's care the wild woman changed,

and a lady began to grow.

The Son told the former wretch,

"You no longer need to roam.

For, My lovely sister, in My Father's house,

you will always have a home."

And so became the first Easter lily

from the weed this woman once was.

A former wretch who blossomed into a lady

beneath the warmth of the Son's love.

She had walked the streets,

subjected to cruel mockery by the men of her time.

Then Heaven came upon her

in the form of the Son of our Lord, Divine.

It was to this lily that our risen Savior

first allowed His glory to be seen.

Peace had found a home

in the heart of a once distraught Mary Magdalene.