A flower
who gains its petals early
May not have them
when it's late
Sometimes the earliest
to lift their heads
undergo the hardest trials
Just because
we see the bloom
Does not mean
It will not see
hard weather
The goal is
The prayer
That no matter what
is seen
Rain, hail, clouds, or sunshine
We cling to the beauty
That is gently placed on us
By the Grace of God
Thursday, March 12, 2009
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2 comments:
I really like this one :)
Thanks! I wrote it in Sunday school instead of listening. lol no actually that was the form my notes from the class took.
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