Poem from Mark to Laura 1985 A Flower from the Father All my life I’ve thanked God for flowers I’m thanking Him now for you You’re a flower from God to me Sweeter, gentler, more beautiful And never has even the loveliest flower Sung with sweet voice the praises of God Or spoken kind words to me Never listened with caring heart Never walked with me or laughed with me Never held my hand Never received Christ as Savoir Or loved me with His love As much as I’ve been blessed by flowers They don’t compare with the blessing of you And O how lovely our Lord Whose beauty, love and care It is I see in you Who directs my heart To praise and adore Him From Whom this blessing flows Thank you Father for Laura A flower of your love
Psalm 127:3 "Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, The fruit of the womb is a reward."