If God writes the gospel not in the Bible alone
But on trees and flowers and clouds and stars;
How beautiful and lovely this indeed would be,
If to us it was granted eyes that could see.
If flowers are the music of the ground
Spoken from earth’s lips without any sound;
How lovely would their symphony be
If we were to stop and listen for their sweet melody.
Where flowers bloom, so does hope
Their fragrant aroma does help us cope;
Every flower that blooms must grow through dirt,
To miss this truth is to our own hurt.
Flowers are lovely, but they don’t endure,
Even with sunlight, love, and rain;
But unlike flowers that wither and fade
God and His word will forever remain the same.
By: Larry G. Stump Jr.
(Some parts adapted from Martin Luther and Edwin Curran)