A dried and fragile flower, I -
hold close to broken heart
that cries in fervent, heavy tears
so Godly peace would start.
It's from my mama's funeral.
Yes, dried, completely dead -
and though it's fragile, I hold close
...to what she always said.
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"So many people want to bloom
and live life their own way -
While stems are often hidden, they
hold up the whole bouquet.
"Beware of pride's deception!
That's what the Bible warns
in Obadiah One, verse three.
Be careful with those thorns.
"Not one small single flower blooms
without the narrow stem -
so treat folks how you'd like to be -
be treated back by them.
"Affect the different colored rose -
and do not them, reject.
Remember, a good Christian has
deep love and great respect."
Now everybody loved my mom -
'cause she loved everyone.
Though poor, was always giving more -
as if she'd just begun.
And mom was very patient too.
For years she went without.
Yet joy was heard in all her prayers.
With that, there was no doubt.
Her words were like this flower here.
And I had always tried -
to comprehend her fragile words
she left before she died.
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A dried and fragile flower, I -
hold close to broken heart
that cries in fervent, heavy tears
so Godly peace would start.
It's from my mama's funeral.
Yes, dried, completely dead -
and though it's fragile, I hold close
...to what she always said.
