I picked a flower yesterday
And put it in a glass.
I filled the glass with water,
In hopes that it would last.
Its beauty overwhelmed me,
And its fragrance filled the air,
That it could last forever,
Was the wish that I declared.
But, alas, the day had ended
And as tomorrow came,
Its beauty was all faded,
It would never be the same.
How great that God's not like this flower,
That dies when it's been cut,
Each time we trip and stumble,
He is there to pick us up.
He's a friend who won't forsake us
If we water Him each day,
With our love and adoration,
And our willingness to pray.
~ Albert N. Theel
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