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.