Each day is a gift,
Never take it for granted.
One day soon the seeds you've sown,
Will blossom and bloom where you planted.
You may not see roses,
Only a thorn.
But you will see one day,
A bud being born.
You might not see,
Even a stem.
But God's Word grows,
When you plant them.
You may have to water,
You may have to wait.
Some flowers bloom early.
And some may seem very late.
Each day is a gift,
God's timing is perfect, not late.
And He so good and great.
Rest in love, pray, plant and wait!
Rebecca Jones
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