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He Clothed Their Stems with Love

I never once remarked the winsome blooms
that dress the grassy field and shady grove
beyond the honeybees and spider looms
until I knew He clothed their stems with love.
The more remarkable you are, O lass,
above the flowers blossoming on Earth,
the more I pluck away from branch and grass
a testament that you have greater worth.
Shall He compare you to the summer's bud
which blooming does not labor, neither spins?
When I compare the roses to His blood,
the crown of thorns is where His love begins.
When I consider still the Word made flesh
to Whom our hearts believing are betrothed,
I witness His creation now afresh.
How wondrously the blossoms have been clothed!
The Lord has sent the seed that has been sown.
His hand has sent the seasons and the rain.
Thereby His tender mercies, these have grown,
but by a greater mercy, you were born again.
Now as I breathe once more their fragrant scent,
their colors comely to my open eyes,
their beauty is for better beauty meant
when grace abounding in you never dies.
Consider then the glory of the rose
when greater glory shall our God receive
through Jesus, Lord and Savior, raised for those
whose hearts are withered until they believe.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org

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