Categories: Flowers
Today
I picked a rose
It had so many thorns
That pricked
And hurt my hand
But the colour of the bloom
And the wonderful perfume
Made the picking so worthwhile
For when I placed it in my room
It stood firm and beautiful
And the whole house was filled
With its fragrance.
Now my rose
Has helped me see
That when I’ve suffered for a while
The God of all grace
Will Himself pick me up
Set me firmly in place
Will support, restore, make me strong
And though my rose will die away
God has promised that one day
I shall share in His and Christ’s
Eternal glory.
1 Peter 5:10
