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Where
the Lily Feeds
Form:
Monorhyme
O
fain would I dwell where the crowned lilies feed,
where Solomon's field is astir with their seed,
where no wingèd-creature or trace of ill-weed
dare rob of their splendor nor cast them in need
for robed as His queens with the timbrels they lead
and in lyrical praise bid all a Godspeed!
"And
why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the
field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin,
and yet I say unto you that even Solomon, in all his glory,
was not arrayed like one of these." Matt. 6:28-29
Susan
Annabelle Crowe © 2004, Tales Flowers Tell
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