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Yellow Primroses - original poem


The yellow flowers, so bright and gay,
Appear at dusk, then fade away
As sunshine warms their brilliant bloom.
They gladly shine, yet know their doom.

Their beauty lasts but for a day,
But, oh the joy, they bring our way
As one by one their blooms unfurl
In rapid succession they seem to whirl

Away from the stem, their petals spread
Like buttery swirls on morning bread.
In silent concert they nod and dance
In worship to God, not here by chance.

And just like them, God plants us here
To serve Him first, our purpose clear.
Too soon we fade, our life like mist
Above the ground the rain has kissed.


We bloom in beauty, and when we're through
We pass away like morning dew
And all we are, and all we say
Will be forgotten in just a day.

But what we do, and the lives we touch
Will be our legacy and can mean so much.
So we must bloom and share our beauty
And worship God, which is our duty

And brighten lives, though for a day
To all the souls who cross our way
Dear God, I pray, that my life may be
Like that yellow flower that all may see.

Let me bring some beauty into a life that's drear
Let me bring a smile to someone's tear
And to those who carry a heavy load
Let me help them bear it along life's road.

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