The Little Rose
What a blessing it is
to see
In the early morning dew
A budding rose
Waiting God's touch
He lovingly created it
A bud among the thorns
Knowing full well that in His time
It's beauty would be shown
You are such a little
bud
So precious in the dew
God has kissed you with His Love
So you will blossom too
For he alone has
planted you
In His garden of the Rose
In a special place, just for you
He had chosen long ago
May your bud of Life
fully unfurl
And may your fragrance grow
Pleasing Him who planted you
In the garden of the Rose
A bed of Roses takes
such care
The Master surely knows
That's why He's placed you in the spot
Where only you could grow.
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