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A lone azalea shrub stands on the hill.
Apparently abandoned, still it wears Bright blooms of pink so rich they're almost red. I wonder how this plant is blooming still Despite the burden of neglect it bears. It must be tended, cared for, watered, fed. How does it live? How can its blossoms thrive? This flower prospers by the Master's will; He tends and dresses it with His own Hand. As long as He is pleased, it will survive. His seed of life within it will fulfill Its promise, and securely it will stand. This lone azalea shrub, how well it fares And, in beauty, proves the Master cares! |
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by: Diane F. Thompson (March 26, 2002) |
