Having a form of godliness,
but denying the power thereof.
2 Timothy 3:5
I saw a rose the other day
As radiant as a queen;
It never sprang from tiny bud,
Nor graced a garden green.
Gay daffodils, whose trumps of gold
Ne'er danced to springtime's breeze;
And lifeless blooms without sweet scent
Or nectar for the bees.
There is a captivating charm
Much like the plastic flowers;
In outward form gives great delight,
Yet with its moral powers,
The light of heaven never shines
Behind the smiling face:
The life of God is wanting still,
The sweet perfume of grace.
Without the Christ e'en noble deeds
Appear in lifeless form:
The seeds of love must germinate
In hearts redeemed and warm.
True loveliness springs out of faith,
The fruitful ground of praise;
Then deeds of kindness in His name
Live on through endless days.
I saw a rose the other day
Perfumed with tender love;
It shed its fragrance everywhere
With sunshine from above;
It brighten'd many a gloomy place,
With beauty sweet and rare,
And in the face of that dear saint,
The Son of God was there!
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