The rose – supreme in gardens’s view.
Fragrant, embracing its bloom.
Marks each new petal with its aroma.
Come to this welcoming room.
There once was a rose – bloomed late in life,
Watered by God’s word.
Opened wide, embraced by His side.
The greatest growth she ever heard.
She found out that God’s grace had no fences
To limit those gifts she’d receive.
Never too old, nor withered at all;
Of this she mostly surely believed.
Inhibited in this life we live –
Its fulness can’t fully be known.
Until then at last in heaven we see
The rose blooming at God’s garden throne.