The Flowers of Life

When a seed is planted into the ground
in hopes of seeing it grow,
as we anxiously wait for signs of life,
you hope your efforts will show.

At last a sprout is finally seen.
With joy your heart skips a beat.
New life springs forth that now has needs,
that you must tenderly meet.

As time goes by this flower grows,
offering its fragrance to you.
It opens its pedals for you to adore
displaying its beauty too.

Sometimes its picked and placed in a vase,
or offered for others to see.
Other times its given away to a friend
someone like you or me.

Often though, it stays on its stem,
until its time is through.
It withers and dies in winter,
but in spring it starts anew.

Children are like those planted seeds,
placed in a mother with care.
They're watered and trimmed everyday
by Jesus who placed them there.

To us, they're the flowers of our life.
When cut down our hearts will bleed.
They're treasured and precious in every way
from the day God planted their seed.

Though our child, our flower, may be gone,
this we know is not the end.
For in the next season of our Lord,
this lily shall bloom again.