Come, gaze upon my lovely rose

From the depths her soul’s light glows

With each wind my heart did ache

Lest her gentle stem would break

Filtered sunlight, dew drop rain

Till life’s storms she could sustain

I did not dream those careful snips

Could bring such color to her lips

In fact that pruning becomes her so

Into a long stemmed beauty I watch her grow

Now as her lithe body in the cool wind sways

My heart with joy sings His praise.