I love flowers and always am amazed at their beauty. I love to take pictures of them but I would not think it would be a gift to hand someone a picture rather than the flower. We make our outside look as pleasing as we can for others to see, but the real gift we can give is the flower of God’s love He has planted within.
Not Like Flowers on a Page
Flowers on a page may be pretty it’s true,
But they are unable to be picked and given by you.
They smell like musty old paper or resembling ink;
With not a hint, of aroma of blossoms red or pink.
An artist can capture a flowers beauty to pleasure the eye;
They can look very real and alive.
But they are just an image of the real thing,
A small amount of pleasure they can bring.
There are some people that are seen as good;
Attractive but their presence is misunderstood.
They are flat and lifeless too;
Unable to be selected; by God used.
The redeemed life is new, alive and whole;
With fresh aroma that proves a forgiven soul;
A fresh breath of air in a harsh dry land;
Picked and chosen to be sent by the Creator’s hand.
A great example of the One that died in their place,
At the foot of the Father because of His mercy and grace.
They are real, true believers in God’s Son;
Fully dedicated to get God’s Work done.
For I say unto you, That except your righteousness shall exceed the righteousness of the scribes and Pharisees, ye shall in no case enter into the kingdom of heaven.