The Fuchsia
Inside the tiny resting bud,
A delicate work takes place.
The Masters' hand brings forth a flower,
As intricate as lace.
The flower is the fruit of life,
Its colour brightly glows.
Inside the heart of the tiny bud,
The Fuchsia firmly grows.
At first the bud is hidden,
Among all the leaves of green,
But as His touch produces life ,
Its beauty can be seen.
With a glorious burst of Colour,
The petals soon unfold.
A picture of your life is there.
A life refined by gold.
The ambience of holiness,
Surrounds you like a hue.
The bold and brilliant Fuchsia,
Is as beautiful as you.
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