My son, Joseph, and his wife, Missy, just returned from their honeymoon in Pigeon Forge. Ronnie, Bobby and I were there this past Spring. As we were driving through the mountains towards our destination, a bright orange plant along the side of the road caught my attention and curiosity. We stopped for me to get a closer look and to my surprise this strange plant was a lilly. It was growing wild but, unlike daylillies that I am familiar with, it didn't grow tall with it's face towards the sun. It hung it's head low, so I reached down and gently lifted the flower to get a picture. Inspired by God's word, I wrote a poem to capture my awe at His beauty.
In humility with head hung low, not allowing your beauty to show.
A brief moment is all it took to draw me back for a closer look.
Oh, the thing that God can build on the side of a mountain or in a
field, wild Lilies growing free, finely clothed for you and me.
"Consider the Lillies, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these." Luke 12:27
Donna Marie
What beautiful insight! Your poem gave me goosebumps.
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