I looked at the
mirror and
I could see
a beautiful
flower.
A flower that
was given
enough
sunlight
and water.
A flower that
has been died
but bloomed
better.
What I see
in the mirror
was beautiful,
But I don't
want people
see the
flower,
I want them
to see the
gardener.
Sep.5.22
LET GOD BE KNOWN! IT'S NOT EASY BUT REMEMBER THAT IT'S NOT ABOUT YOUR POWER, IT'S ABOUT HIS! <3
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Poetries for the King
PoetryI would always love to go back to that time. The time when I was absolutely nobody, but Christ set me free. -Yssa
