God Notices Me [and You]

I am like the tiny little flowers that grow as weeds.
Most would never notice them, but I notice them.
So God notices me. He sees me, though I am as
low in the world as those littlest flowers. He sees
my smallest petals. He sees my beauty as I see
theirs. And he says, “Come to Me My little flower.
I have a place for you in My garden.”

Marianne Coyne
©2004

My friends, until next time may happy days abound!

Marianne

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