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After pruning some on my pale pink running rose and thinking about how in life that God has to prune us also..Sara
Rose That On Trellis Grows
Ya'll remember Rose that on trellis grows
How lovely, her pale pink blossoms in spring
She now has a few dead stems that show
Also some rapid growth, frame overfilling
She needed to be pruned there was no choice
It was painful process, for vinedresser
Hurting to core, in this job didn't rejoice
How it hurt Rose, dripping wounds no lesser
Why did he prune Rose this day _severely
Taking away the newly acquired green
May not know fully answer or reason clearly
Until ages past then old answers seen
He prunes us, cutting away the dead parts
Cuts new growth going in wrong way of the heart_
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