The yellow blossoms of the broom
Now cover each hillside.They were not native to this land,
Though they’ve spread far and wide.
So many people think them weeds,
A nuisance they must clear,
Yet if you stop and look again,
You’ll see their vibrant cheer.
Today I felt that what life brought
Reminded me of weeds,
But God reminded me we’re here,
To serve each other’s needs.
So I am looking, once again,
At the weeds in my day
To recognize the lovely gift
That God’s placed on my way!
Romans 12:10
Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves.
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