Borrowed Time
A FLOWER THAT BLOOMS
God sees your life as a flower
That sprouts, grows, blooms, wilts, withers, and dies in one Day.
And it is not so much the way the Lord sees how you were Rooted to the world
But,
How you attempted to bloom toward the sky.
Whether your stem was broken too soon by an icy storm, Wilted too early by a harsh sun
Or
Grew to be a beautiful flower with bright petals
Because each flower was born in different times, weather, and Seasons
And We
Are the product of our days
But each flower is still a flower With stamens and pistils
Trying to survive And
Love Together
Whether born in a cold canyon, a beautiful garden, sprouting from Concrete, or a lovely meadow
Standing alone or with many
As long as your stem stands tall and your petals Reach toward the Lord
You will always be the flower that blooms
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