The Rose

In my hand I hold a rose

Which he gave to me

Watch is blossom and watch it bloom

Until I return to thee

I treasure this rose I hold in my hand

And wait for his return

I watch is blossom and watch it bloom

As the flames of love they burn

For on that day which he returns

This rose I hold so dear

Will blossom and it will bloom

Till no longer I have no fear

By Cynthia Ledbetter

2003