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| My God make flowers grow on rocks |
My God makes flowers grow on rocks,
While all the while the devil talks
“There is no soil for purchase there,”
And thus he tries to sew despair.
Yet all the while the flower grows
The peace of God is its repose.
Sun warms and feeds the petal face
It questions not thy Master’s grace.
“This is the place for me to be”
Sings our fair flower fearlessly
While ceaselessly the devil drones
Wellsprings of Grace the master hones.
My God makes flowers grow on rocks,
While all the while the devil talks
At summers end the boast is gone
As sweet perfume still lingers on.
Thinking of you this week,
xoxKaren
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