Flowers To Heaven
God sees the tiny spark within -
my possibilities.
He sets aglow my aimless soul.
He shows a path for me.
With gleam from sun and stars and moon
and bright light scooped from Heaven’s spoon,
He guides my often wondering ways,
leading each step through all my days;
and when I plant my spring garden,
then watch the flowers grow,
I pray the blooms rise to his throne,
swaying with praise and fragrance flown -
till perfect day we meet
when I bow at His feet,
Eternal blooms to him adorn
and glory worshipped evermore.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
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