The Lilac's Story

As is fitting for Sunday, here is a serious poem, written from an illustration that Pastor Bayly used in one of his sermons.

The Lilac’s Story

By Melody Beerbower, May 29, 2011

Dedicated to Pastor Bayly

Lilacs’ purple flowers

Blooming unblemished, unstained

Watered by springs gentle showers

Looking more beautiful after the rain.

With water droplets sparkling

On petals of satin and velvet.

Oh what beauty they bring!

Oh what glory unmet!

What a soothing aroma they send

Floating on the spring breeze

Oh that their beauty would not end,

And their glory forever us please.

But the flowers fade away,

And fall gently to the ground.

Forgotten, there they lay.

Stripped of their glory, Stripped of their crown.

They stay there unnoticed,

Trampled under the feet of passers-by.

Here they have come to rest.

Here they have come to die.

The lilacs are a picture

Of how God His Son did send

Into the world to teach her

And be trampled underfoot by men.

Jesus in all His glory and splendor

Came to a world full of pain and strife.

There His life He surrendered,

Dying to give us new life.

Jesus’ beauty exceeds that of the flowers.

He is perfect, without blemish or stain,

Yet He gave up His power,

To end sin’s cruel reign.

Just as the lilacs return in the spring,

So Jesus returned to his glory

He died for our sins, new life to bring

This is the lilacs story.

A reminder of how some things beautiful

For a time are stripped of their glory

To fulfill a purpose meaningful,

Though the way be dark and gory.

Whenever you pass a lilac

Let it remind you of Christ’s glory

How someday He will be coming back

This is the lilacs’ story.