Picking fresh flowers to brighten my day
Thinking of all that the Lord has bestowed
Counting each blessing to lighten my load.
Cutting the stem of a beautiful rose
Fragrance and beauty each peddle disclose
Thorns of anxiety lead me astray
Calvary's love gently blows it away.
Lilies of peace that are gathered in tears
Precious reminder God's freedom from fears
Christ's blood-bought family are part of His plan
Bright'ning His Table with gifts from His hand.
Think of your flowers this Thanksgiving Day
Gath'ring bouquets as a tribute of praise
Bring them as gifts to the Father above
Jesus the Source of all blessings and love.
B. Pent
1 comment:
Beautiful poem, Dad.
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