This poem was inspired by a post on my friend, Jeremiah's blog.
I encourage you to go check it out:
Flowers
2/8/13
Precious
little flowers,
Delicate
and small,
Show
to me the beauty
Of
God who made them all.
Stems
gently swaying,
Turning
to the sun.
The
morning dawn is breaking,
A
new day has begun.
Buds
now slowly open,
Bright
with colors flair.
The
flowers remind me,
Of
my Lord's tender care.
Soft
and fragile petals,
Covered
in the dew.
Whispers
of the morning,
As
the day begins anew.
Why
this variation
To
every pretty one?
I
see God's handiwork
In
the artwork He has done.
I
look on with wonder
At
the beauty they display.
In
them I see God's glory,
And
His creative way.
So
look to the flowers.
See
the lesson that they give.
God
takes care in little things
And
in all the things that live.
~ZA
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