1 Corinthians 14:26

We are the flowers in God’s garden,

Each bloom reflects his face,

With all our roots intertwining

Until our leaves embrace.

Even the wild flowers blowing

Have their special place,

With vivid splashes of color,

They move with wind blown grace.

Each bloom brings something special to

The bed in which it grows,

A perfect shade or a fragrance

That spills when each breeze blows.

And each one has a purpose in

The garden’s many rows,

A special gift within its bloom

That only heaven knows.

When God walks within his gardens

He savors every bloom;

He stops to treasure their petals

And relish their perfume.

His blossoms may not know their worth.

But he prizes each plume,

For each one’s formed in his image,

Each helps the garden bloom.

1 Corinthians 14:26
What then shall we say, brothers and sisters? When you come together, each of you has a hymn, or a word of instruction, a revelation, a tongue or an interpretation. Everything must be done so that the church may be built up.