You must bloom where you are planted
In the garden we call life,
And bring some special beauty to
Each corner where there's strife.
Perhaps you're but a dandelion,
Wishing you were a rose,
Yet in this place of growing things,
You're the one God chose.
It's up to you to finish what
The Good Lord has begun,
By growing just the way you should
And face each days new rising sun.
There's room for you, if you choose,
To be in a glorious array,
Of beauty from God's garden,
that He'll add to His bouquet.
[ Author Unknown -- from Bill Dorman ]
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