By God’s command they open and close
More beautiful than Solomon’s clothes
They do not lack for anything
Trusting God in color they sing.
God has numbered their days from above
Fields dressed by all His love
Each more beautiful and wonderous
So how much more He loves each of us.
Flowers grow in meadows and valleys
Their rainbows cover mysterious alleys
From heaven’s rain they drink
With all creation we share a link.
Our world is filled with heaven’s light
The smell of heaven fragrances the night
More blossoms waiting for tomorrow
Placed on many graves of sorrow.
Growing under earth’s sun
Children through their fields run
Making relevant our own dependency
As God’s creation He desires with us intimacy.
Thru His death and resurrection
Field of flowers He gathers with affection
For tomorrow they wilt and die
But for us we’ll live on eternally most high.
By Dr. Rick McGrath, Ph.D.
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