Floral arrangements

It's so good to be numbered among you I am such a lucky man If I spent years coordinating our family makeup I could never do what the Lord can Admittedly, the result is not always apparent Especially early on in our days But the outcome will be delightful Like a never-ending string of Mays The infinite possibilities are beautiful Every arrangement in its own way

Like sunsets are frequent and amazing
Near the latter half of the day

We don't understand, but he knows for sure
And when we listen, softly he talks

But we must open the passageway
Though he stands at the door and knocks

And when we boldly enter in at the gate
Life's challenges though long we endure

Will then become obvious and most evident
For us they were meant, that's for sure

So every arrangement, though numerous
With thorns, buds, petals, or leaves

Is awaiting the hand of the Gardner
To make it the best it can be

The trick is to invite the pruning to begin
And welcome the discipline now

So the bouquet of life will be brilliant when
The cultivating is completed somehow

Really, then, luck has nothing to do with it
This is all part of the plan

It's been successful before, and it will be so now
'cause the bouquet is of the Gardener, not man

So through this small medium of rhyme and verse
I share a principle that always gives

The lesson is brief, but the impact eternal
Whatever God touches lives