Beauty becomes her whether roses,
Or delicate flowers arrayed,
For her heart carries God's attributes,
Which forevermore she's displayed.

Her heart's filled with the blessings of friends,
Each one's very special to her,
And she gives her love in true blossom,
Beauty becomes her, all concur.

She's as a Victorian Lady,
Like a little girl her voice sings,
Soft, gentle tones from our lovely South,
Beauty becomes her, how it springs.

Just as the beauteous flowers bud,
She has the sweetest redolence,
Clusters of bouquets compliment her,
Beauty becomes her in fragrance.

‘Tis the beauty of God's Love in her,
His aroma follows in prayer,
She stirs Him for others’ salvation,
Beauty becomes her everywhere.

To know God created this beauty,
Flowery and wholesome with favor,
Brings to mind her loving dear heart,
Beauty becomes her, we savor.

©Sondra McPherson
April 26, 2005
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