Girl smelling a beautiful rose.

The Fragrant Rose

          I smelled the sweetest fragrance
          Coming from the garden bed
          But all I saw were weeds and thorns
          Faded flowers limp and dead

          The roots of bitterness had grown
          To such a tremendous size
          All around were weeds of hypocrisy
          Ungratefulness and pride

          But still I smelled the fragrance
          Like perfume in the air
          Deep inside that garden
          I knew a flower must be there

          I asked the Lord to show me
          As I got down on my knees
          Immediately we went to work
          Removing weeds, thorns, and debris

          There stood in the garden
          No longer hidden from one's view
          A beautiful precious lovely rose
          All covered with beads of dew

          Jesus, the Rose of Sharon
          Whispered so serene
          If others are to see me
          Then your garden must be clean

~ Cheryl A. Mariano ~
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[ by: Cheryl A. Mariano, Copyright © 2010 ( ) -- submitted by: Cheryl A. Mariano ]


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