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A wonder of the Lord
This flower is to me.
My mirror is the rose;
In it, myself I see.
When just a bud appears,
The petals are still closed.
More time will need to pass
For them to be exposed.
I carefully observe,
It’s beauty I behold.
As petals are revealed,
I watch each one unfold.
Such splendor to my eyes
To see the rose in bloom.
And that’s not all, the smell
Is sweeter than perfume.
Although I see the thorns,
They do not take away
From what God has in mind,
The rose’s sweet display.
It reaches toward the sun,
Yet also needs the rain.
Needs both in order to
Maturity attain.
I patiently await
His answer to my prayer.
In faith I look to Him;
I know He’s always there.
I listen for His voice
And look to the divine.
I find He gives to me
One answer at a time.
God’s presence in my life
Is more than I can see.
If find it’s so complex,
The work He does in me.
In time I recognize
That plights like thorns appear.
Accept it’s part of life.
I know the Lord is near.
Enjoy the sunny days,
Still, cloudy days occur.
I find I need them both
To make me more mature.
Reflecting on my life
Reminds me of the rose.
The role of my dear Lord
In all His glory shows.
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