CAPTIVATED BY THE LILIES WITHOUT TOIL
HE DRAWS NEAR TO TEND TO THE SOIL
KNOWING EACH FLOWER’S STORY
HE ARRANGES THEM FOR HIS GLORY
PRUNING, PLUCKING, PROPAGATING
SOWING, SIFTING, SPROUTING
WITH A TOUCH TENDER AND SLOW
ALL THE WHILE, WE HAVE YET TO KNOW
IN A FEEBLE EFFORT TO SIMPLY YIELD
I FIND HIM ALREADY AT WORK IN MY FIELD
HIS GRACIOUS HAND IS MY GUIDE
THERE I DISCOVER WHAT HAS DIED
REJOICE!
THE MORNING DEW HAS MADE ALL THINGS NEW
THERE IS BUT ONLY THING LEFT TO DO
INVITE ALL TO COME AND HAVE A DRINK
LET HIM BE THE ONE TO CHANGE HOW THEY THINK
COME BACK FOR MORE
KNOCK! AND HE WILL OPEN THE DOOR
So beautiful, Emma! That poem is a blessing to me.
We love you and are praying that, with joy, you will feel His gracious hand guiding you every day as you minister to others.
Lovely and wise, just like you.