We are like the rose,
Or what ever flower we chose.
God made us perfect in,
His image with his hands
He so adores us still.
When He look down at us
This is how we appear.
Like we are spot-lighted.
Behind us is not clear.
We are what is important.
We- not our clothes.
Not how we are made up
It is what is inside of us.
Not your bone struture.
Our heart is His stuff.
A heart with kindness
A heart with Joy.
A heart with love.
A heart with others first.
A heart that is attenative to Him.
The perfect rose or flower- many. The perfect Heart-1






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