‘Bright Week’
The week after Easter
Among a garden of lovely colors
God chose a rose of purest white
Never seeking its own, it was
meant to grow and bless the
earth
Because of man’s crushing blow
into the ground thorns pressed
the rose
In darkness white petals bled
Heaven’s garden looked down
and wept for fear their
precious rose would forever rest
Their tears they shed upon its
head, bruised and forgotten
The stone upon its tomb removed
The scent of the rose from
dust arose returning to heaven’s garden
Our dear Rose
🌹
‘The Rose of Sharon’
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