She Talks To Her Flowers #246
She Talks To Her
Flowers
She talks to her flowers
and treats them all the same.
Each night before she goes to sleep
she calls them out by name.
"Bless my little Rose bud
who's just about to bloom.
Dear Jesus, please, protect the one
who rests there in her womb."
"Bless my Hollyhock stalks
whose blooms grow high above.
Please, fill their hearts with wisdom, Lord,
that words will shadow love."
She talks to her flowers
and treats them all with care.
Each night before she goes to sleep
she says their names in prayer.
"Bless my Morning Glories
dressed up in royal blues,
Favor them each morning, Lord,
like angels with good news."
"Bless my little Pansies.
Please, keep them smiling bright
like all the dearest children, Lord,
protected by Your light."
She talks to her flowers
and I don't think it's odd
each night before she goes to sleep
she covers them with God.
"Bless my Geraniums
and, yes, my Daffodils,
my Snapdragons and Primroses
and Tulips on the hills."
"Bless all my flowers, Lord,
and keep them safe from gloom.
Please, let each one be filled with Love
and fragrant growth and bloom."
-Lighthouse Bob
She Talks To Her Flowers #246
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