The Little Flower
The dust still hadn't cleared from the building that fell down
Those bombs that they feared that destroyed their whole town
Amongst the rubble they play, yet having a sadness in their eyes
Debris littering their way, in the distance another mother cries
Today more of the same as last night more bombs did drop
Watching a child's game that even those bombs couldn't stop
The laughter rarely sings out but once in a while you hear it
Caught in such a bitter bout but these children refuse to quit
When there oft to the side they noticed this beautiful flower
For nor could one hide something so beautiful in its power
Running over towards it the laughter spread through the land
And I must admit The Little Flower even made me understand
Among all this war and this hate the children were still children
They were all given this fate by so many hateful and evil men
But the children have won the game still able to see such beauty
In now always seeing the same as the Little Flower set them free
St Therese The Little Flower
O Little Therese of the Child Jesus,
please pick for me a rose from the heavenly gardens
and send it to me as a message of love.
O Little Flower of Jesus,
ask God to grant the favors I now place
with confidence in your hands . .
(The Children of Syria)
St. Therese, help me to always believe
as you did in God’s great love for me,
so that I might imitate your “Little Way” each day.
Amen.
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