Flowers Chosen

We need 

Roses are red and...violets are blue,
If I were color blind...would that still be true,

If we all were to be, who would have ever knew,
So...without Jehovah's help...we wouldn't have a clue,

Do we stop and think..these flowers mean love,
I mean Of course from one another, but a gift from above,

Beautiful...as a..DOVE!! now stop, and think Christ,
The father, and son Jesus...a undeserving sacrifice,

The flowers we see, are similar..to insight,
They go through good, and bad weather, and destructions from life,

These flowers have meaning, they grow gorgeous and bloom,
Like us they live, and die...we know we'll see em again soon,

So much more than what we...can possibly assume,
Fall, summer, spring time, and maybe winter will do,

After rain or during due, they manage to view 
And again I say... but this time I'll make true,

Some roses that are red..Some violets that are blue,
Jehovah picked a bunch of flowers... and it happens...to be you...

By: Raymond Jones