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Religious Flower Poems | Religious Poems About Flower
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The Rose innocent white, soft pink, yellows
colors touch your soul vibrant red to amethyst
enhances beauty yet a thorn awaits to break skin
as life does piercing your heart with a thin pin.
My life has shed drops of blood through each petal
as if in return for the love and beauty you feel
hence pain underneath patiently waits the bloodletting ~
The rose symbolizes love yet vulnerable to hold
for when you open your heart it can be left bleeding
The best of surgeons can not beat your heart
It is the inner faith and God himself whom gives strength
whispers in your ear you shall live you will exist
your life meaningful as the water and sun to the rose
For I am your God your existence is not over yet .
You must Live ~You must Bloom
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
There he stood in the
garden,a gentle fellow
with glowing gown;
His countenance was
that of an Angel,
The Padre of old St
As I approached him,he
gave me a warm.
Then he told me why he
came to the mission,the
mission in old St Anthony.
We knelt down to pray,I
thanked the Lord for a
man such as this.
Then the chapel bells
the rang,I heard a
voice"child it is time."
I looked,lo saw I a fiery
figure beckoning him to
He stood up and looked
at me with tender love in
Then I knew this man
was an Angel,the Padre
of old St Anthony.
With joyous heart,I left
the vicinity of old St
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
You are a flourishing calla lily plant
that grows in a vibrant clay pot;
Your leaves perfectly enchant
Your bloom is a yellow love knot.
When you paint yourself in a positive light,
your view makes you thrive.
When you throw shade on every blight,
your thoughts cause you to die.
Remind yourself you're a beauty
And tell other thoughts to hush
It's your own choice and duty
To squash the underbrush.
"I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well."—Psalm 139:14
Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2016
Oh my soul, learn from the…
…intricate rose that you were created,
…tall sunflower to reach up high,
…daylily that time is short,
…crushed wheat kernel that you were born of sacrifice.
“Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.” —John 12:24
Inspired by this question: What has Nature to teach us in regards to the Soul?
Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2016
God, the Master Artist
created the earth
filled with beauties so fair.
He shaped the hills and mountains,
scooped out the valleys,
and placed exquisite lilies to grow there.
With His mighty hand
He stretched out the plains.
His fingers formed rivers and lakes.
He hollowed out the sea, filled it with fishes,
added trees, grass, flowers, blue sky, and clouds.
What a magnificent canvas He creates!
Copyright © Betty Butler | Year Posted 2016
THE POWER OF A FLOWER
Time for tea, early afternoon,
Pretty flowers on the cup.
Does it taste any better,
Will it life us up?
Perhaps if the cup were plain,
It would taste just as good.
Flowers add beauty,
As we know it should.
Roses for the lady,
Makes any day so grand.
Gorgeous in a vase,
Special in her hand.
The wedding hall so fine,
Flowers every where.
Festive love and beauty,
They show that people care.
The garden home so new,
This life we now do share.
Spreading love and happiness,
Flowers add a special flair.
A new-born cries,
A mother smiles.
Flowers brighten the room,
For a special child.
The years just seem to fly,
Children here and gone.
Celebrations blessed with color,
Flowers made it a home.
Now the bugle blows Taps,
Another patriot gone.
Flowers cover his grave,
Lord, please welcome him home.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2015