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Lord, help me to grow as the wildflowers grow
be it a meadow or a crack in cement. Despite the terrain, be it good or bad, let me know I am there by intent. Instead of my sadly complaining within regarding life's rough terrain, May my face, too, look upward to you through seasons of drought and rain. Help me to bloom as the wildflowers bloom, regardless of where I am placed; wherever the spot You plant me, Lord, let the air there be sweet with Your grace. Someday a tired pilgrim may stop to rest from carrying his heavy load And thank my Creator for placing me there to brighten that spot in life's road.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless!
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