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Our days on earth are like grass; like wildflowers, we bloom and die.

Psalm 103:15

BLOOMING

Bloom where you are planted,

For God asks this of you,

And will ensure you blossom,

In abundance when you do.

His love is unconditional,

And in plentiful supply,

Sufficient unto one and all,

On this you can rely.

For all there is a season,

For everything a time,

In each of us a reason,

And a harmony divine.

Now my eyes are opened,

To many wondrous things,

I freely can express anew,

The joy new vision brings.

Where I walked in darkness,

And was never truly free,

I now walk in glorious light,

With the God of victory.

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