I'm tryna cushion the fall of wherever your heart's landing.
There's no need for it to shatter if I'm in your presence.
I've seen you grow your petals from buds to a garden that's well managed.
I'm only leaving it up to God's planning if I'm also digging my hands in. 
And working to till the ground for the precious seeds that you're planting.
You're the rich earth, the water, the sunlight, and the flower pot I'd hope to grow my spiritual plants in.