As I look at a flower, and see how fragile it is...
It hits me, that it's power is really, all His.
It's beauty is enchanting - a mezmerizing view;
and the colors are entrancing with their bright and brilliant bue.
But the true power of the flower, comes from God, above...
It's the joy you feel when you look upon those pedals, made with love.
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