This Day's FlowerI bring to you, Lord Jesus,
In this early morning hour,
This new day's bud unopened
That for you, Lord, it may flower.
I would not wait ‘till fragrance
Fills the busy noonday air
Or when its full-blown beauty fair
Scatters freely everywhere.
Nor would I offer to you
Only wilted, faded leaves.
My heart loves you this morning
And so earnestly believes
That you will take this new day,
And unfold its every hour,
Revealing all the loveliness
Of this day's committed flower.
By: Honoria (Nora) A. Groves