Poetry

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God designed a garden
So lovely flowers could blossom in it
They would grow in different shades
Emerge in many forms
And as God walks amid His hand-made garden
He finds delight
He is the object of their adoring
He also sees in the desert, the wilted ones, they break His heart
For they do not do, what they were made to do
All flowers were made to worship
In God’s garden.

With outstretched petals
Offering pure colors and sweet odors
This sweet adoration; the earth was destined to be covered
He finds pleasure
He is the object of their adoring
He also sees in the desert, the wilted ones, they break His heart
For they do not do, what they were made to do
All flowers were made to worship
In God’s garden.

Every flower with a special scent
Make up this odorous garden.
Every flower with a distinctive tint
Make up God’s multi-colored garden
Every flower with harmonious sound,
Make up a lively floral choir
He is the object of their adoring
He also sees in the desert, the wilted ones, they break His heart
For they do not do, what they were made to do
All flowers were made to worship
In God’s garden.

One flower, a beautiful blossom
All flowers, a glorious bouquet
One flower’s fragrance, pleasingly pleasant
All flowers together, imbue earth’s terrain
Their God is the object of their adoring
He also sees in the desert, the wilted ones, they break His heart
For they do not do, what they were made to do
All flowers were made to worship
In God’s garden.

Oh, Sweet Rose of Sharon
When the flowers play
In this field of compassion
The wilted ones are watching
When the flowers leap for joy
For they are no longer dismayed
The wilted ones are watching

Oh wilted ones
Enter into God’s garden
Where the cold of winter has passed
And it’s a bright new day
Where all your fears will vanish away
Oh wilted ones, enter into life,
Come and worship
In God’s garden.

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