LILIES OF THE FIELD
Consider the lilies of the field, and how they grow, They neither work, toil nor spin. Yet the richest king on this earth, Could not compare unto the beauty of one of them.
Consider the lilies of the field, what do you see? Beauty, beauty for the sight and scent. Beauty more glorious than one can imagine, Nothing can bring forth such compliments.
Consider the lilies of the field, how they sway In the breezes of the sunrise, bright. They are covered with a dew of pearls, In the early morning light.
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow. How they bow their heads at night, How they pray to their Creator, How they dance for Him at break of light.
Oh, consider the lilies and how they grow. They are clothed with such loveliness, They are fed by the early and latter rains, They are created for Magnificence.
Consider the lilies and how they grow. Today they are beautiful gems in the sunlight, At even-tide they close their eyes, And have a lovely sleep in the moonlight.
Consider the lilies of the field, They yield beauty unmatched. They yield fire when dried and gone, Yet their beauty does live on.
Poetry copyright 1999 by:
Tulsabutterfly
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