A ROSE OR A WEED
ifeoma Eucharia@ifeomaeucharia039422
13 days ago
A rose that grows in a field of grass is considered a weed,
But what if that weed is what the field needs
For its beauty and vastness to be recognized by all who see.
Smile with glee at what sits before you
Bask in the sun that lights the path you walk through
Smile with the moon as it guides you.
Sit with the ocean
Exhale with exasperation
Let go of that grudge that ties you to destruction without your acknowledgement.
Follow the light of God, the light that guides and protects you, the one that keeps you from danger, and scares the monsters that comes your way.
Walk with the one who holds your hand, the one whose righteousness knows no bounds, the one who breaks the shackles and chains, wrapped around your wrists and hold on for the Lord your God, for he waits patiently for you.
Open your eyes to what sits before you
Others might see you as a weed
But the lord who placed you there, watered and watched you day and night, nurturing you into the flower which you have blossomed into.
The rose that grows in the middle of the field might be considered a weed, but that weed is one which was nurtured by the most high. So raise your head and be proud, for your father in heaven no Dey carry last.
A rose that grows in a field of grass is considered a weed,
But what if that weed is what the field needs
For its beauty and vastness to be recognized by all who see.
Smile with glee at what sits before you
Bask in the sun that lights the path you walk through
Smile with the moon as it guides you.
Sit with the ocean
Exhale with exasperation
Let go of that grudge that ties you to destruction without your acknowledgement.
Follow the light of God, the light that guides and protects you, the one that keeps you from danger, and scares the monsters that comes your way.
Walk with the one who holds your hand, the one whose righteousness knows no bounds, the one who breaks the shackles and chains, wrapped around your wrists and hold on for the Lord your God, for he waits patiently for you.
Open your eyes to what sits before you
Others might see you as a weed
But the lord who placed you there, watered and watched you day and night, nurturing you into the flower which you have blossomed into.
The rose that grows in the middle of the field might be considered a weed, but that weed is one which was nurtured by the most high. So raise your head and be proud, for your father in heaven no Dey carry last.
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