A poem for aflowerforGod and anyone else being made new ...

[Revived]

God is the God of miracles;
This saying, though old, is true.
From the gleaming sun of creation;
To the tiniest flower of blue.

From whispering winds of refreshment;
To showering splashes of streams.
From beautiful fields of flowers;
Colorful rainbows, bright stars and dreams.

On dead soil, a desert lay waste;
Until the hand of God intervenes.
The miracle hand of God's grace;
Sprouts flowers in places not seen.

I have, found beautiful rare flowers;
Not known to the natural man.
Found in the places of God's touch.
Flowers of faith, I hold in my clutch.

And as the Lord looked upon the deep;
A lifeless flow without form or void.
Transformed the dead, to light and life;
Filled with flowers now so enjoyed.

I know a heart can be flowerless;
Dead and dark, in coldness and despair.
But the God of miracles and love;
Transforms, and makes alive, He cares.

May your heart bloom and shine in His grace;
When you see His gift of love so true.
Let the flower of faith bring life to you.
His great Salvation, will make you new.


~ Susan Y Nikitenko ~

 

[SplendidTree]

So very beautiful!

 

[aflower4God]

((((((((((((((((((((((((REVIVED))))))))))))))))))))) A BIG THANK YOU as well my dear sweet brother, that brought tears to my eyes and that meant so much to me it was so beautiful. I hope it touches the hearts of many others who read it as well. God bless you brother and GOD BLESS YOU ALL
PS I shall copy and save this.

 

[loved33]

God is the God of miracles;
This saying, though old, is true.
From the gleaming sun of creation;
To the tiniest flower of blue.

From whispering winds of refreshment;
To showering splashes of streams.
From beautiful fields of flowers;
Colorful rainbows, bright stars and dreams.

On dead soil, a desert lay waste;
Until the hand of God intervenes.
The miracle hand of God's grace;
Sprouts flowers in places not seen.

I have, found beautiful rare flowers;
Not known to the natural man.
Found in the places of God's touch.
Flowers of faith, I hold in my clutch.

And as the Lord looked upon the deep;
A lifeless flow without form or void.
Transformed the dead, to light and life;
Filled with flowers now so enjoyed.

I know a heart can be flowerless;
Dead and dark, in coldness and despair.
But the God of miracles and love;
Transforms, and makes alive, He cares.

May your heart bloom and shine in His grace;
When you see His gift of love so true.
Let the flower of faith bring life to you.
His great Salvation, will make you new.


~ Susan Y Nikitenko ~

This is a beautiful poem - so true and very tender hearted of you Revived to think of it

 

[Krissy Cakes]

BEAUTIFUL poem bro!!

Thank you so much for sharing this!!

 

[cflittlestar]

Nice one. I haven't wrote poem for ages, only wrote them in school, coz it was homework.

 

[Woven]

wow, beautiful!

 

[pink kitty]

Beautiful poem!

 

[whitebeaches]

beautiful. thanks for sharing this.

 

[Winter]

That was lovely. Thank you for thinking of us and sharing that.

 

[power2theweak]

Beautiful!!!

 

[Victorium]

That is so lovely.

 

[Criada]

Beautiful - thanks for sharing

 

[koshka]

Really beautiful - thank you for sharing.