Lord,as I look Your finest work
in the field this flower is displayed
it's vast colors of the sun
in the light of Your day.
There is touch of love
as it glistens to the array
painting across fields of splendor
as it dances to Your sway.
Breathing life in it's short play
watching Your handy work shown
You kissed the seed and blessed it
as it was gently sown.
Bringing laughter and joy
to the praise this flower lives
showing how the smallest creation
the detail in which You gave.
rhonda ramsey cash
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