I love flowers. I am not a gardener. My love of flowers does not come from my efforts. God is the gardener of our soul. He is the beauty that flowers from within us. Oh how sweet is the love of God, He deserves all the praise and glory.
Flowers from a Hopeful Heart
Like the sweet aroma of a willing rose,
Are praises of a heart that God’s Word knows.
Hopeful hearts see the sun shine ahead on a rainy day.
Though cloudy on the outside they are warmed by inner rays.
Another flower that comes from the heart of hope,
Is the sure knowledge their God is in control.
The sweet assurance of His love and care,
Is another flower of hope to with another share.
Flowers from a hopeful heart walk at a steady pace,
Under the sure covering of God’s mercy and grace.
They walk in His anointing and of His nourishment partakes.
Lights in the dark world all the difference makes.
An encouraging word, the loving timely rebuke,
A helping hand in time of need; are all flowers delivered too.
There is sweet aroma of a life whose hope is in God above.
Flowers that bloom in the land as seeds planted in the garden of love.
Be ye therefore followers of God, as dear children; And walk in love, as Christ also hath loved us, and hath given himself for us an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweetsmelling savour.