God's Rose
God's most beautiful rose stood out with no thorns, and wept with a sortof peaceful mourn. All of the other roses were beautiful in their own
way, a thorn here, a thorn there, but not long would they stay- some
the color bright red as blood, while others merely little rose buds. From
front to back the roses took their stand, as a garden, perfectly planted
in God's mighty hand, all seeming to reflect faith, joy peace and love,
but the most beautiful rose God sent from above!
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