The flowers of God’s creation
Live out their little day.
They bless us with their beauty
And quickly fade away,
And from their seeds or cuttings
New blossoms soon unfold,
And in their sweet renewal
A deeper truth is told.
To give a cup of water In the name of Christ our Lord Is a simple, selfless action, But worthy of reward. There is, plainly, not a person Who, along life’s winding way Cannot perform the ministry Of kindness, day by day.
When we abide in the Lord Enemy forces are ambushed and held at bay. The tyrant Self is challenged, and must give way. Trouble and sorrow may come, and trials abound, But the feet of faith stand firm on holy ground When we abide in the Lord.