The Flowers Proclaim His
I stooped and plucked a little flower
While wandering in the field;
And what a wealth of love divine
Its charm and grace revealed.
Why did it seem most beautiful?
Why did it seem most grand?
'Twas like a flower dropped from
By a Savior's loving hand.
I oft had looked at flowers as gay
Their perfume I had known;
Their Savior was not mine that day
His love was then unknown.
But now His love to me is given
And glorifies each flower
With beauty; all unknown before
I felt His saving power.
So all the lovely things of earth
I've come to understand.
His little gems from paradise
Dropped by a Savior's hand;
And through those lovely little gifts
To us, a love profound,
Would reach each heart and thus
Our feet on higher ground.
__Nettie Squire Sutton.
A Book of Poems
Nettie Squire Sutton
(Minneapolis, KS: Messenger Press. n.d.)
July 11, 2003 /
John & Susan Howell /
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