The Pink Rose
Sharon
Angelheart
The dew sat on the petals like moist drops on your face from a summer's
rain
The radiance of that full opened bloom during the night it had became
Once a baby bud, now a large perfect rose
Standing straight and tall in the sunshine and it glows
The fragrance filled the air like perfume placed on my chest
No prettier was this flower in the garden where I sat to rest
No flower ever bloomed so perfect in this pink hue
No special care was given , no work did I upon it ever do
It just grew this way by wonder and by grace
God's hands must have touched it, and and given it special place
In the garden filled with many, it stands out above all the rest
For perfect is its pink petals, it became the very best
Grown by God's own hand ,it's beauty gives such pleasure
Perfection for a garden, even in heaven no other can measure
The Pink Rose that grew without a single touch
Stands out above all the rest
Just a little bulb that grew
From God that had been blessed
Sharon Angelheart
2008