The Lord looks down at His beautiful Garden. Can you imagine what He see's looking down, at all the colors of the world?

God' s Flowers

Have you ever thought of the world as God's Garden?

Can you see Him looking down; seeing His beautiful

flowers.  Oh, there are so many colors to chose from.

How do you think He picks them; by color, by man,

by woman, child or the color of their skin?  Oh, the

opening of the bud does blossom into a rose with

the Father's Love.  See the brilliance of the color

with the Holy Spirit within it.  The Father's Love

is as the warmth of the sun shining down on

the flower.  The dew is the gentle tears of  the

Angels, and the wind is the brushing of their wings.

The Father loves the weeds that are growing also. 

He is hoping for the life to come into them to start

their blossoming of a small bud.  Oh, can you hear

the joyful sound of the Angels when one weed turns

into a beautiful rose.   This is all possible with the

Love of our Father.  Ask the Lord to come into

your heart and forgive you of your sins.  The Spirit

is a breath away.  Fill the brush of the Angel's wings.

For the Angels are playing in God's Garden

waiting for you and me.  You see, the color of

the soul is the color of wind.  Be very still, pray,

listen, hear,  feel the breath of the Spirit.

by Amelia Anne  1999

  

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