Monday, April 12, 2010

My Little Trumpets

In the quiet of the morning when dawns first light arrives
small little flowers scented with the Maker's blessing
whisper a secret to those who intently listen

It cannot be heard from those who don't believe
it is a soft breeze announcing its message beyond imprisoned roots
springing hope there in turn

"Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you."
Luke 12:27


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