Christ, Whose Rose I Am
Christ, Whose Rose I Am
By: Tom Wright
8/9/99
Beyond our lives of blood, sweat and tears
a beautiful, Heavenly place awaits.
Where no sickness, death, night or fears
lie beyond Cherubim guarded gates.
Earth, is but a temporary place,
God's, flower garden if you will.
Where we struggle and endure only by his grace,
each traveling separate roads, toward Calvary's hill.
We are likened to Earthly Roses, one and all
as we bud, we bloom, we attempt the heat of day.
Have you chosen Christ's Rose to be, while awaiting death's call?
Or will you be the missing Rose in the Masters Bouquet?
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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