Flower

Pretty flower on a hill, do you know God’s love?

Do you know He made you, to reach me from above?

You’re delicate as a tissue, as tender as a dove.

Your beauty lies inside you; it you’d never shove.

You’re a reflection of His heart.

From us He’ll never part.

He’s been with you from the start.

You are a work of art.

~2024© Stephanie Blomquist


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