I was just lazing off the other day, and i came up with this simple poem when i saw the Christ thorn plant at an aunt's garden. Ayo, their hardworking and creative nanny had planted it.
In most of every garden i visited,
A Christ thorn plant seemed to be a must.
I failed to understand why people would plant
Christ thorns in their gardens.
Brown thorns with little leaves
Sprouting on top.
All i saw were thorns
And hardly a thing of beauty.
Yet there were flowers
of light red, yellow and pink hue
Alas, i failed to understand
That the beauty of salvation
Came through ugly pain and suffering..
In most of every garden i visited,
A Christ thorn plant seemed to be a must.
I failed to understand why people would plant
Christ thorns in their gardens.
Brown thorns with little leaves
Sprouting on top.
All i saw were thorns
And hardly a thing of beauty.
Yet there were flowers
of light red, yellow and pink hue
Alas, i failed to understand
That the beauty of salvation
Came through ugly pain and suffering..
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