Truth is like a trillium
that blossoms in the spring.
It dances with the waking trees
and stirs the birds to sing.
Through winter, it lay dormant,
beneath the snowy ground.
Then with the warmth of April,
it stretched its roots around.
It grew within the sunshine,
first budding after years.
The plant designed by Trinity
took time to match its peers.
And there it stands a-shining,
a pure, revealing face!
The woodland floor, once bumpy bare,
now shimmers full of grace!
Truth is like a trillium.
O may my faith grow strong!
For with it, I am known and free
to bloom forever long.
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