R. K. Hart (Australia)
I wandered though a deep dark moonlight night
My aim to seek and find a wondrous sight.
High and low I searched to find,
Was it high, low, or just behind.
I had searched many a garden bed in this old town,
But my prize was not yet to be found.
There were many a beautiful flower I would plead.
But never the one I would need.
There were those with whom one could make do,
There is no one that could measure up to you.
But You are the beauty of all flowers
I gaze on you for marvelous hours.
The creator does ask that we make do,
But wait till He asks we not act and rue.
But wait till that special flower He sends,
He asks we do nothing we may need make amends.
You'll know this wondrous being when presented,
Stars will sparkle and air will be scented.
But best of all, Explorer on loves quest,
Call your Savior, wait for Him to give you His best.
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