A rose just for me -
09-04-2007, 09:55 AM
A rose just for me
I know of a blessed man, non but me,
I found a rose that blossomed before me
Blossomed the day I found it,
Blossomed the time I picked it,
Years later, this same rose still fresh
For me to smell, for me to look at; for me to enjoy
Just for me.
I cried when the wind came and blew its petals away,
My rose, my beautiful rose, are you ok? I asked anyway.
I rejoiced when the rain came and watered my rose,
My rose, my beautiful rose, you look beautiful, I said
I dreamt a dream
The wind came like a broom,
Swept my rose from my home
I prayed all night until my eyes boom
Then I awoke to find the rose still on my arms
It was a dream I dare not to forget
A good wife is a gift from above
The rose within that lay in your brow
She blossoms as you pour out the unconditional love
The river within the man she truly loves
And longs to satisfy with her radiant colors
She is the rose, just for me.
(C) Copy right Pastor Linus 2007 fall classics
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