Each day when we wake we are
given a rose
Abounding with
thorns – (that,
everyone knows)
This gift – I call it the breath of one
day
Can be
treated as ‘gold’ or given away.
Do we spend it in anger, complaints or unrest,
Or see
the roses of which we are blessed-
Your friends, the children, your talents,
your home
A spouse
who loves you and never did roam?
Do you see His miracles in the trees and
the flowers,
In bright
blue skies, in snow
and
in showers?
If we ask every loved one who has passed
away
What they
would want most, it is “One more day,
To relish the ‘rose’, the ‘gift of life’
though twisted
with thorns, would not cause strife.”
My heart always breaks when in others I
see
How naïve
is their thinking that roses are free
That we need not thank or praise or bless
or give to others some happiness,
For someday when earthly roses are gone
and you can no longer sing life’s song,
The roses you gave and shared in love
will be tied in a bouquet held by angels
above
To give to the Lord with
your heart interwove
to be carried to
Him on the wings of a dove..
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