He planted my soul in This soil
That my portion not be endless toil
His will for me; germinate and bloom
And be free from eternal doom
Like enthusiastic bud wanting to blosom
I long to be in His bossom
More than comfort of flora savouring morning dew
Will my treasure be beyond the blue
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Great job brother, I loved the line...More than comfort of flora savouring morning dew...
beautiful. I think I would drop the "s" in blues though, just a suggestion. Blessings! - Jay Cookingham