I Love The Tender Blooms Poem by cheryl davis miller
I Love The Tender Blooms
I love the tender blossoms.
So I wait, expectantly.
For each precious bloom to open
and lift their face toward Me.
I adore every petal.
No two blooms are quite the same
My hand tends and trains the tendrils,
and I call each one by name.
I walk amidst My Lily bed.
It is there I feed and rest.
Amidst whispers from the Lilies,
My heart of love, is blessed.
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The Song of Solomon chapter 2 verse 2 and 16
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