Wednesday 13 January 2010

POINSETTIA

Plant of blazing crimson flaming fire,
Adorns castled homes at Christmas time;
Its tones of eastern dawn are so sublime,
High glowing thoughts 'twill soon inspire.
When filled with God love, our poetic lyre
Hymns praise and worship in metred rhyme,
An essential duty that Soul makes prime,
To reflect His blazing inner pyre.

Once in Mexico a poor orphan child,
Wished to offer Christ a birthday flower,
She raised a prayer so full of power,
A gift to give Lord Jesus meek and mild.
From fields where shrubs and bushes grow quite wild
An angel transformed a weed and saved the hour!

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