Oh, But The Lilies

Oh, but the lilies!

They aren’t seen toiling or spinning,

Eagerly grasping,

Anxiously questioning,

Self-consciously prowling about,

Looking for the one that is clothed greater than they.

The lily sits in her beauty,

Relished by her Maker.

Delighted in by the stranger.

Sending every eye witness into an awestruck wonder — “How marvelous she is!”

Each bloom different from the next,

Yet equal in glory.

Her Gardener struck at a glimpse of her beauty; not consumed by her withering leaf,
her dehydrated roots,
her torn petal.

No.

All He sees is the one He has so gently chosen to provide for,

Taking joy in tending the soil she sits upon,
similar to that of a throne.

Seemingly undeserving, yes,
But He has chosen to give her this gift,
so it is so.

He doesn’t mind her brokenness,

Actually,
He is delighted in her need for His tender care.

[Matthew 6]

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And yet,
How much more YOU?