by Joy Lackey
My heart is full of glorious praise
for such a gift as these
that smell of heavens sweet perfume
each one to bless and please
Sprinkled through with Babies Breath
perhaps to just remind
that in the vase when all is done
not one will boast it's kind
For each in radiant splendor
the daisy and the rose...
the tulips and the lilies,
a sweet enchanting pose.
My heart is always gladdened,
when I take them in hand...
I always think of Heaven
and gardens in that land.
I think of walks with Jesus
of gentle words he'll say...
My Beloved Rose of Sharon
whose fragrance fills my day
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