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Flower of Grace



  The graceful flower, God's spectacle to behold.  Many vibrant colors burst with luminosity.  An array of fragrances prick the nose.  They stand here and there.  They form luscious beds in the valley.  Grow amongst tall oaks and white birch.  You might even spot one in the desert. Where ever it may be, there might just be a flower hiding.  Take a glance and you might just spot one.

   Flowers have been traded and sold to show love and fondness.  They have been given to show generosity and loyalty.  They sit upon oak tables, bringing beauty into a loving home.  Grown, to bring pretty and handsome to a yard.  Flowers,  a gift for many generations.  God spoke and said, "let there be flowers."  The seed grew and behold, a Flower of Grace.

Flower of Grace
     
Flower of grace, what say you?
Behold, my lovely lavenders
Sweet honeysuckle bells

What stance of pure, cream, lily beauty
Stance of dignity and honor I speak
Respect, I shall seek
Under-foot, I shall not creep
　
Pretty pastels pop and zoom
Trample I? you shall not
With sprinkles and wash of rain
Seedling, sprout, bang, bloom!

Queen of the prairie lands
I uphold with prestige
The auburn wheat, my frilly gown
Auroral sunbeams cast down

Flower of grace, what say you?
Behold my silvery tinsel petals
my fluorescent emerald leaves

Smother me with dense dirt,
Whisper a prayer, dance a jig
twist and malleable work

Candy apple red roses,
Violet perennials galore
Purple lilacs of worth

Flower of Grace, What say you?
Behold, I am grace
  Invite me to your crystal vase

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