Some daisies grew in a prison yard,
They never knew their life was hard.
Although accused of being weeds,
The sun and rain met all their needs.
They lived their lives behind a fence
And never could they travel thence.
Each day instead of asking why,
They turned their faces to the sky,
And bloomed.
“regarded as deceivers and yet true; as unknown yet well-known, as dying yet behold, we live; as punished yet not put to death, as sorrowful yet always rejoicing, as poor yet making many rich, as having nothing yet possessing all things.”
The Apostle Paul’s 2nd letter to the Corinthians, chapter 6, verses 8-10
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