One Little
Flower
by
Barbara Philbrook
One little
flower growing all alone,
never the company of others has it known.
Not part of a
garden nor a decoration or trim,
by all things considered it's life was rather grim.
Not appreciated
by crowds nor adored by even one,
just existing alone warmed by the sun.
Then as the Lord
walked by one day,
He chose that flower for His personal bouquet.
Now that little
flower isn't alone any more,
she's serving the Lord whom we all so
adore.
 
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