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The greater depth of this dedication goes far beyond mere words, as it was written for all the "Flowers of the Field" who trust in Jesus. Whether the glory of your hair is that youthful curl, or the silver strands of God's good gift of years, whether you are man or his helpmate, whatever you are in this world, you will return to that new Creation filled with His purest innocence. The Potter with the clay sculpts as He wishes, that all may seek the deeper revelation of the soul. This that flows from the vessel shall return to God as that child who first received Him. Never again will there be found a thorn on a Rose and then we will all shine as the stars. Amen |
Her petals glowed as if on fire I deemed this youthful beauty tame Her eyes I read of pure sapphire |
Of when in life that I may feel The warmth received . . . an Angel's face This flower, to me did reveal |
That made me long with greater joy To welcome back remembrance Spring tidings locked within a boy |
Although such journeys are not so Yet what was "once", returned in rhyme A moments Light of words to flow |
Of purer thoughts . . . White sands we sailed The beauty of her gift endowed Now whispers in this word, unveiled |
That powers of the air abound The deeper breath the Spirit brings That dwells within a rose that's found |
A touch the flesh has never known As she, though unaware of this Made strong a seed of heart that's sown |
Few roses shall we find as you I looked beyond of one so shy Beyond those precious eyes of blue |
Michael |
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