If flowers of the valley catch the Father’s eye,
And never He misses a tear we cry,
Then constant He watches the path we take,
And leads us unfailing each step we make.
Once treading I saw a scene so bright,
A lily entranced in the Savior’s delight.
‘Ere floating she went, uplifted by grace,
Radiance and splendor, reflecting her face.
Into this ballet He ushered me,
Enraptured and speechless and without plea,
‘Save one to remain and play a part,
Surrendering all, indeed, my heart.
“Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.” ~Matthew 6:28b-29