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Miriamele
I work among my pansies With an humble, contrite soul, For I sense their lovely portion In the part that makes the whole Of God’s most wondrous, perfect plan, Whose magnitude and scope I’ll never fully comprehend No matter how I hope.
Each blossom has a beauty That is just its very own, Each color blended perfectly As tho from God’s hand blown. And gently swaying, nodding there, They seem to beckon me And ask to be caressed and loved. Is this their destiny
To ‘waken in the hearts of man Still stricken to the sod, A spark of pure unselfish love Implanted there by God? I slowly lift each face to mine And drink its beauty deep, And ‘round my heart in gentle warmth The love of God doth creep.
Oh, blessed holy moment As I kneel here on the ground, And gaze into the heart of God In pansies all around. Back to Table of Contents |