Flower in the Sun @Poetry #Christian Poetry

Make me as a flower in sun and rain.
May I, as by nature, turn to follow You
In Your course throughout my life.
Let Your holy, healing waters penetrate my being,
As roots planted securely in Your Providential soil,
Drink of Your constant streams.
As it is Your nature to water and supply,
May I by Rebirth,
Unfurl my gowns to Solomon’s delight.

By Joann Nelander

Fleeting Prayers – Arrows to the Heart

Fleeting prayers,
Known but to God
Recorded on His Heart,
Nothing wasted.

All to flower, and bear fruit.
Supplying for the need
Of His People, His Bride, His Church,
Reaching throughout Time,

Nothing wasted,
Nothing forgotten,
All in flower,
all bearing fruit.

Fleeting prayers,
Known but to God,
Nothing forgotten,
Arrows to His Heart.

By Joann Nelander

Fleeting Prayers – Arrows to the Heart

Fleeting prayers,
Known but to God
Recorded on His Heart,
Nothing wasted.

All to flower, and bear fruit.
Supplying for the need
Of His People, His Bride, His Church,
Reaching throughout Time,

Nothing wasted,
Nothing forgotten,
All in flower,
all bearing fruit.

Fleeting prayers,
Known but to God,
Nothing forgotten,
Arrows to His Heart.

By Joann Nelander

Flower in the Sun @Poetry #Christian Poetry

Make me as a flower in sun and rain.
May I, as by nature, turn to follow You
In Your course throughout my life.
Let Your holy, healing waters penetrate my being,
As roots planted securely in Your Providential soil,
Drink of Your constant streams.
As it is Your nature to water and supply,
May I by Rebirth,
Unfurl my gowns to Solomon’s delight.

By Joann Nelander

Fleeting Prayers – Arrows to the Heart #Prayer # Christianpoetry

Fleeting prayers

Known but to God

Recorded in His Heart.

Nothing wasted,

all in flower,

bearing fruit,

supplying for the need

of His Church.

throughout Time,

Nothing wasted,

nothing forgotten,

all in flower,

all bearing fruit.

By Joann Nelander

Flower of God

I want to be the Lord’s flower,
Perfect in every way.
God has favored even the lowly weed with beauty.
Look on me, the ragged tare,
To fashion a blossom
According to Your way.
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