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~ Gift Of A Rose ~
I gaze sadly at the rose
petals
for they will soon be gone,
Leaving only stark and ragged stems
As loveliness they shed.
What use have I of thorns
I will quickly thrust aside,
With nothing soft to fondle
No beauty will I find.
I forget that thorns have value
protection from attack,
For of life's deepest grief
I want to turn my back.
I do not want the sad things
for they speak of fading wood,
And I become so melancholy
Cease feeling as I should.
I prefer to find a beautiful rose
as that will always please,
A rose will bring me sweet perfume
All delight appease.
Lord, take away the thorns in life
for they bring the deepest pain,
Afflicting my heart with sorrow
Of such bitter rain.
Let me, but dance with joy
along a rose strewn path,
With only happiness around me
So I will always laugh.
But, in my soul I saw my Savior
crowned with cruel thorn,
I had to look again at Him
Bleeding, cruelly torn.
His loving eyes were sad
tears running down His cheek,
Right into His heart
The thorns were piercing deep.
Jesus wore that crown of thorns
so I may know His love,
How can I but thank God for their curse
For my life to bloom above.
Please give me understanding Lord
to grasp roses with the thorns,
For they drive me close to you
Where my heart can be re-born.
Help me to know through raining tears alone
true loveliness can grow,
Your promise in the pain
That it is the thorns
that cause the lovely rose to show.
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