From every open flower, the fragnance fresh,
One seed has shared it's life, by facing death.
Beneath the soil it's withered form gave birth,
And burst the earthly tomb to garden light.
From wrinkled husks tranformed to verdant wings,
Springs miracle of green, a sacrifice,
And multitudes amazed remember Christ -
One Seed has faced our death to give us LIFE!
Author Unknown
Nice poem, Karen!
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Pleeeeeaaaaaase post pictures of when we came over and some of those gorgeous pictures of the flowers by the pond!!!!!
ReplyDeleteOh and I wish I was back at your place sooooooo much!!
ReplyDeleteHey, I just noticed that your changed your blog title! For some reason that sounds familiar...;)
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