Flowers are My trophies.
Always opening with grace.
Buds bursting My glories,
beautifying every place.
The change must come.
the flowers fold up,
as they hide from the sun,
not able to drink that cold cup.
The leaves change so sweetly.
Everyone different it seems.
Together mixed supremely,
spreading the beauty, it deems.
My creation is a wonder to see.
So too, as I look intently,
every face, a flower of beauty.
Everyone different mixed uniquely.
Perfectly I create it all.
Working for good in Eternity.
Unifying and inserting My call.
All creation bowing in humility.
Jesus
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Beautiful photo. So peaceful💕
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