Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Jan 7, 2011 12:30:05 GMT -5
A Treasured Flower In Your Garden
You have listened to my many cries for help
And never did You turn Your ears away
When I was sick in bed and laid near to death
You did lift me up from where I did lay
You have always called me in the middle of the night
To eat of the great table that You had set
So alone I could eat from all of Your delights
And Your living words I could properly digest
When i found myself gently falling back to sleep
So peaceful and heavenly would be my rest
And when the morning sun did rise to greet me
I knew that my life by your grace was blessed
You allowed me to share Your spiritual light
With everyone that I would now meet
I noticed that when sharing Your word with others
That small tidbits some would embrace and keep
And inside I would look up to You from my spirit
Thanking You for the grace that embodies me each day
While relishing that You have made me a treasured flower
Who shares Your blessings with so many each day.
© Wendell A. Brown
You have listened to my many cries for help
And never did You turn Your ears away
When I was sick in bed and laid near to death
You did lift me up from where I did lay
You have always called me in the middle of the night
To eat of the great table that You had set
So alone I could eat from all of Your delights
And Your living words I could properly digest
When i found myself gently falling back to sleep
So peaceful and heavenly would be my rest
And when the morning sun did rise to greet me
I knew that my life by your grace was blessed
You allowed me to share Your spiritual light
With everyone that I would now meet
I noticed that when sharing Your word with others
That small tidbits some would embrace and keep
And inside I would look up to You from my spirit
Thanking You for the grace that embodies me each day
While relishing that You have made me a treasured flower
Who shares Your blessings with so many each day.
© Wendell A. Brown