Monday, September 22, 2008

The Silent Beauty of a Mother Bee


It was from the core of the earth
That His heavenly waters rose to the sky
Like an ocean flooding hearts.
Had it not been for His eternal fishing net,
Countless would have perished.
His salvation, a divine plan,
Was our most precious gift.

It stands as a mother
With the silent beauty of a bee
And a two-fold mission; to germinate
New flowers for His sacred garden,
And pledge alliance to every son He has ever had.
Come, wade in the ocean of His word,
Learn the meaning of water.

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