The Flower
The Flower
This flower I find in my life
Brings joy and happiness in the midst of strife.
I think about this beautiful rose
And I smile as I believe God knows
Every desire of my heart
He’s added on a special part.
A flower in bloom in the midst of spring
I find myself praising this great king.
For what a blessing he has given me
In this sweet flower that I now see.
Far beyond what I’ll ever know
And to have her and to grow.
To serve her, to honor this lovely flower
Who am I that this blessing he’d shower?
Together we’ll grow just you and me
And we will watch as God leads us to be free.
To love and care for one another
As boyfriend and girlfriend, sister and brother.
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