Some Days We Are The Flower



Some days we are the flower
Some days we are the weed
Some days we are the garden
That nourishes the seed

At times the rain pours down on us
At times, the sunshine bright
At times the silver moon glow
Illuminates the night

I want to be the grower
In God’s vast flower groves
I’d like to reap the harvest
For every time I strove

Against the pain, the agony
The conflict that is life
To find the flowers among the weeds
And go on with my life


God
When you take me Home again
Do you think that I could be
The one who plants the flowers
The one who tends the trees

Could I bring some to you daily
In a sacred golden vase
Could I then rest at your feet
And take a little pause

From all the daily dramas
And duties to fulfill
From all the work you make me do
As I perform Your Will

I am still Your Instrument
But I am getting tired
Thank you for sending such good friends
To help me stay inspired

Author
©Alice C. Bateman
Permission by the author for use
of this poem has been given.



                                
           
        






                                                   







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July 30, 2001