You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book . Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. How precious are your thoughts about me, O God, They cannot be numbered.
Psalm 139 : 16-17
The blue and bright – eyed floweret of the brook,
Hope’s gentle gem,
Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
There is something inspiring and sublime about the little
I hope it will be a symbol of the little things that make your life joyful and sweet.
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Such a sweet flower.
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Beautiful verse; beautiful flowers. Hope it was a beautiful day for my special sister! 🌹
Thank you Shelly.🤗 It was lovely.😘