The Floral Poem. - Poem by margaret haig
This floral poem is written all about,
Flowers of different sizes grown all about;
Different sizes, different shapes too,
Created by God, Made to enjoy by me and you.
Look at the roses, some small and some tiny,
Yet each has a sharp prickle, some very thorny;
We See the beauty of the color, but don't look below,
To the stem and the thorn, and the pain to show.
Now the thorn makes me think of the crown He wore,
And the red rose is the color of blood, the pain Christ bore;
The white rose is one that reminds of purity,
And Christ was sinless. He went for you and me.
Now what about the autumn leaf, brown and red and gold,
Makes us think it has a roughness like the cross of old;
When you pick up the leaf, it will break in your hand,
And Jesus's body was broken for us, this we understand.
Next we will think about the lavender, such perfume it's true,
It makes one think of the perfume Mary brought to Jesus;
she showed how much she loved Christ as she washed his feet,
And Jesus explained she prepared His body, which the soldiers beat.
I believe the flowers give us lessons and can help in many a way,
Like the passionfruit flower, is a lesson on the passion, is what I say;
It's passion to remind us the passion of Jesus suffering for us,
How his love was so great, He died. For us on the cross.
And so the next time you see any flower, look beyond for the story,
To what else about each flower, each has a lesson for you and me;
God created these with color and with such radiant beauty,
And gives a reason in each one, the lessons we will see.
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