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The Little Violet

by A Janeen Quillman

I'm just a little violet
At the foot of an old oak tree,
So tiny and insignificant
No one seems to notice me.

There must be something more to do
Than blossom everyday.
I see no purpose for my life
Than in the breeze to sway.

Why couldn't I have been a rose
To show someone my love,
Or a giant yellow sunflower
Stretching to the clouds above?

As I ask, God's hand reaches down
And picks me by the stem
Placing me in a golden vase
Sitting right in front of Him.

Suddenly I realize,
As His angels start to sing,
The reason for my life on earth
Is to glorify my King.

This poem won first place for the August 2013 poetry contest

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