THE BLOSSOM
Amidst the rocky crevices
Appeared a special bloom.
Every color of the rainbow
Enhanced the flower's hue.
The fragrance was like jasmine,
And other spices, too.
I asked the Lord how could
This be in the center of
The cold, hard rock?
He said He watered it each day
With the tears I shed while
In such a painful place.
The colors of the rainbow are
The center of His love,
And there I stay, day by day,
Wrapped in His arms of love.
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