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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 Vote for this poem
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