The Rose Parable
I love the roses in the garden grow
when I smell of their sweet fragrance
I think of His love that made them so!
The stem of the rose is whom we are
Filled with thorns that hurt and make us hard
In this place it seems no fragrance of love
May we overcome and smell the roses above
Water the soil and the rose will grow
passing by the thorns and we start to glow
Love of the rose is the yearning of the Soul
God is love that makes us whole!
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