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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
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