Roses of Life
Like a weedy bed of roses
Someone gave up on long ago
My spirit whispered regret
That would never let me go
The thorns from the roses
Grew strong and wild
While the beautiful roses
Were faded into their pods
Like that weedy flower bed
My heart was weak and drawn
Feeling more like an ember
Than a vibrant, passionate fire
The roses were bent and dreary
Damaged by their neglect
As my heart dims from the sorrow
That has me longing for a better age
Through some tender, loving care
The gardener brought the roses back to life
Giving them the honor of blushing hope
Through a dull, worn heart like my own
It would be a few seasons before the roses
Left their dreary pods to become blooms of light
Shining down on the garden with faith
That soon their buds would bring rejoice and play
It would be a few years for my melancholy soul
After leaving the darkness in the past thoughts
Where it couldn’t haunt my present moments
And where I could sing and dance with pure joy
Together, those roses and my heart
Became linked by their crimson veins
Who would finally pursue the amazing grace
Of the One who loves without ever waning
Together, we changed from death to life
From dark to light – from fear to the promise
Of a love in life that would always be alive
Love that abides through every pain and strife
Love like this is the rose of every life!
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