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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