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| Flowers bloom at different times; Some are lovely every day. It is like my humble rhymes, When they have a truth to say. People are like flowers, too, Sometimes blooming, sometimes not. We must keep them in our view To discover when they're hot. We are blooming when we smile And reflect God's precious peace. May we do it all the while, Helping others find release. | ||
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