Spring Roses

God made roses in the spring

To bloom their best effect，

Beautiful and fragrant

With a sweet magnificence.

They grow with joy up to the sun

Swaying gently in the breeze，

Puncturing the balmy air

With all the tenderness we need.

I wonder then， where we are set

For if roses have a perfect plan，

Then we， blossoming where we are

Have a gift to understand.

What wonder shall He have in mind

How He wants His own to be，

Fulfilling the special role

Chosen just for you and me.

And if He wants it to be different

He knows just what to change，

So I'll be happy in my garden bed

Serving His domain……

Then with my unique array of petals

In the blooming I must do，

I can be His little rosebud

Unfolding love to you.