WHICH FLOWER ARE YOU?
In the green meadows and bowers;
There are many precious lessons
In a garden full of flowers.
The flowers are not all alike
In scent, color, form, or texture;
In God's garden not all are alike
In spirit, character, and nature.
The lovely flowers in the garden
Disseminate spiritual principles;
If they are applied, you bless,
Else you're a thorn to the people.
You learn self-sacrificing love
From the sunflower, proud and tall;
In death its thousand seeds provide
Rich nourishment for one and all.
You are tasked to feed the sheep,
You must sacrifice ease to nurture;
You must lead the flock to springs
Of living water and green pasture.
The scent of gardenias, plumerias,
Tuberoses, gingers, and narcissus
Gladdens the heart of man and
Directs his thoughts to Christ Jesus.
Azaleas, poinsettias, and oleanders
Are bright and pleasant to behold,
But they are poisonous and could
Cause the demise of some poor soul.
The rose is the queen of flowers,
Its fragrance is wonderfully sweet,
But in its branches and foliage are
Sharp thorns you are sure to meet.
You can learn from the lovely rose:
Despite life's barbs of sorrows untold,
You can still diffuse the sweet aroma
Of a Christian character to the world.
Helping others in their distress and
Easing the pain they're going through
Are deeds worthy of great reward
In the Kingdom beyond the blue.
You're like the night-blooming jasmine,
Its scent is like a song in the night;
Your good works dispel the darkness
And glorify the Father of Light.
The lavender and lilacs in the garden
Are lovely and glorious to behold;
The scent is sweet and delightful
And healing to body and soul.
Your words are like apples of gold
Framed in pictures of silver;
They bring comfort and joy and
Healing to a fellow listener.
The hydrangea blooms are lovely
They come in either blue or pink;
The color depends on the soil,
Great lesson if you'd sit and think.
You are what you eat, so eat for
Strength and not for drunkenness;
You become what you behold--purity
And goodness or evil and wickedness.
There is something very precious
That a child of God must learn,
Your good deeds are sweet aroma
That on angels' wings to God is borne.
Do all that you could for God now
And not wait till you get famous;
Look! Only a herdsman and fig picker
Was the minor Prophet Amos.
Yet, he was used by Jehovah;
Like the clover, dainty and small,
Delicate in scent, yet it blesses,
And its tea brings healing to all.
Some garden flowers are gorgeous,
They're showy but have no fragrance;
These are flame tree blooms, hibiscus,
Camellias, bougainvilleas, and lazy susans.
These are like the Christians who are
Weak from slothfulness and idleness;
They have outward beauty but their
Characters lack sweetness and loveliness.
Most succulents are forgiving plants,
They don't mind if they're neglected;
They grow and bloom in spite of it,
Fortitude and beauty severely tested.
When you forgive others when slighted,
And your life emits the fragrance
Of a sweet character in spite of trials,
Then you are like the hardy succulents!
Like a pebble dropped in the lake,
Your influence spreads far and wide;
It can lead others to the Saviour
Or drive them away from His side.
So let your influence fill the world
With glorious aroma, color and hue;
In God's garden you're a flower,
But pray tell, which flower are you?
Copyrighted © Lydia Haga 2004