The Rose
Each day with grace each
petal so tenderly unfolds
as the light of dawn slowly
awakens the face of the
sleeping rose.
Toward the sky it reaches
it's peak with color as
sweet as a child's cheeks.
So repetitive it's story of
God's gracious love, each
time it resurrects a new leaf
or rosebud.
A promise is proven to all of
mankind as each rose is picked
from it's ever bearing bush or
vine.
The rose forever gives back to us
what is promised so, ever lasting life
and love as it knowingly reaches for
Heaven's blessings from above.
Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014
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