The Rose
by: Madeline
Chevalier
A rose shows
its new life
When its tender shoot is seen
So is our walk with Jesus
Before long
the first thorn is there
And a painful barb appears
So is our walk with Jesus
In each phase
of the rose's growth
Is a pattern of tenderness and thorns.
So is our walk with Jesus.
At the end of
the rose's life,
Is a beautiful, scented flower.
So is our walk with Jesus
copyright © 1999
Madeline Chevalier
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