Withered Flowers Poem by Qiniso Mogale

Man without Christ is like
a withered flower
All his achievements
are withered flowers
All his good works
are withered flowers
Man in all his glory is
like a withered flower.

It is only through our salvation in Christ
that our good works are truly good
Then we can bask in God's glory
for it is only God's glory that never fades
Our own glory without Christ fades
Our own glory is like a withered flower
Our own glory is useless
Our own achievements are meaningless
Our own accomplishments are worthless
they resemble withered flowers.