Flower
On this unusually cool mid-June Pentecost Sunday afternoon,
My spirit blooming with a full blessing of salvation,
I've come to this serene garden
To offer, in the name of the Lord's infinite grace,
The first fruits of my soul's love-harvest,
So that He, who's made manifest such glories, to me,
Might know that I'm a flower, growing toward His sun.
06/12/11 - (1)
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