You are speaking through my flowers,
which wonderfully empowers.
My spirit does soar,
praising my Lord galore.
The leaves have beautiful lace,
all I can see is Your grace;
laced with bright reds,
around the leaves it spreads.
Each dark pink joint,
is a connecting point,
from one leaf to another,
beautifully touching each other.
Red runs through the veins,
there its beauty remains.
It grows strong and tall,
no longer is it small.
The growth in my plant,
cancels out the can’t.
It is a good reminder,
God is even kinder.
Praise be
to Thee
God Almighty
who’s with me.