“The glory of man is as the flower of grass.” “Which today is, and tomorrow is cast into the oven;” never does it last. Its fragrance may waft aromatic, as its blossom peaks; But soon wanes as petals fall, leaving a stem most barren and bleak Such is the measure of man’s days; Briefly bursting and flourishing, only to swiftly decay. Living life only to see rain and sun, Is naught but a foolish endeavor, vain and wanton. God imparts to every flower its peculiar hue; Some may be golden, others a royal blue. Some may adorn palatial mansions, all arranged in a row; Still others may be scattered in field and forest, for only God’s creatures to behold. All are appointed a place at God’s discretion; To decorate His world, and to teach us a lesson. But because our days are turbulent and few, Our lives can only realize true meaning, if we are reborn anew. If we offer our lives as a bouquet in the Hand of our Lord, And render Him all our essence, with one mind and one accord, Then are we assured of an eternal life spent, In God’s Garden, our petals dripping with dew, forever dispersing a Heavenly scent.
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AuthorJim is a devoted follower of Christ, and a dear friend. He has given me permission to share the poetry that God inspires him to write. We both pray that it will draw you to a deeper and more intimate relationship with your Redeemer, the God of your salvation. Archives
January 2019
CategoriesUpdate: Jim has published a collection of his poems under the title "David's Shield and Buckler." It can be found online at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and many other internet outlets in both paperback and digital versions.
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