A daisy bends down to touch the ground
and then stretches forth to reach the sun,
soft sunlight brushes the tiny leaves
and warms the petals that adorn.
To be as the flower, to reach to my Maker
for His praise I would extend my ivory blades.
A drop of sunshine feeds the center,
as morning breaks melts the milky dew.
Nurture me with soft sunrays,
fill my foundation with tears from above
and as I incline for the dark of night,
I will rest in the comfort of Your love.
~a poem to my Jesus before I fall asleep tonight~
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