If I found beautiful rare flowers;
I'd share this beauty with you.
In hopes that you would receive it;
And enjoy its fine beauty too.
God is the God of miracles;
This saying, though old, is true.
From the gleaming sun of creation;
To the tiniest flower of blue.
From whispering winds of refreshment;
To showering splashes of streams.
From beautiful fields of flowers;
Colorful rainbows, bright stars and dreams.
Each an amazing miracle;
Bringing faith to a doubting heart.
God's hand has created great fountains;
In dry cold desert places of dark.
On dead soil, a desert lay waste;
Until the hand of God intervenes.
The miracle hand of God's grace;
Sprouts flowers in places not seen.
I have, found beautiful rare flowers;
Not known to the natural man.
Found in the places of God's touch.
Flowers of faith, I hold in my clutch.
I will not keep this treasure to self;
But cast their beauty to the wind.
And ask the Lord to direct their flow.
Empty deserts, may you bloom and grow.
And as the Lord looked upon the deep;
A lifeless flow without form or void.
Transformed the dead, to light and life;
Filled with flowers now so enjoyed.
I know a heart can be flowerless;
Dead and dark, in coldness and despair.
But the God of miracles and love;
Transforms, and makes alive, He cares.
Replaces the stones of deadness,
Replaces the spaces of dread,
With New Life, and fountains of His Joy;
He raises a soul from the dead.
Please take the flowers of kindness.
Please receive the flower of Grace.
Jesus died and arose in power.
Your heart can be transformed this hour.
May your heart bloom and shine in His grace;
When you see His gift of love so true.
Let the flower of faith bring life to you.
His great Salvation, will make you new.
~ Susan Y Nikitenko ~
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For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it
is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast. Eph 2:8-9