The Master's Bouquet
by Otho J. Blocksom, Jr.
Alone and unknown,
The Little Flower grew
Despite being neglected and rejected
By more than a few
Crying, "As I grow so unnoticeably
Isn't there anyone who cares to know me?
For surely my lovely smell will tell
And convince you of my beauty."
It cried out to all, but it was all in vain
"Stop your crying" answered the wind and the rain
Yet it continued to grow somehow
As Little Flowers often do
Until one day the Lord above looked down with love,
And said, "Little Flower I see you,
You have grown alone but not unknown
And so it is today
I will take you and I will make you
A part of the Master's Bouquet."
Copyright 1984 Used by permission
