I have watched a flower bloom
And impose its power over gloom
The flowers’ robes with glory shine,
Surpassing all that kings may find
Yet, on these garments men may tread
Though they best any silken thread
Stranger still, the blossom’s Divine Designer
Whose glory glows with threads much finer,
He Who scattered velvet on the ground,
Came to wear thorns in His crown
No comments:
Post a Comment