Three pink roses stand pretty, firm and fair
While peppermint fragrances fill the air
This season of miracles may just be
The season that might hold one just for me
Oh, God, please guide each and every move
Lord, take these eyes and, their vision, improve
So much is at stake in these next few days
May my lips always be girded with praise
Whether love reign and forever impart
A partnership between two mortal hearts
Or if love be not in store for me now
May the teardrops not swell under my brow
For life is an adventure, wrought with fear
And dissapointment looms, both far and near
But, may I boldly walk upon Your path
Not looking too far to an aftermath
Three pink roses stand pretty, firm and fair
More graceful than words could possibly share
What lies behind this unexpected gift
Perhaps a new day, coming bright and swift
Lord, I pray, in this humble closing now
That You grant this new beginning somehow
Though I be just a poor man seeking gold
Just once, won't you let me, treasure, behold
For just once is all I ask, for I'll be
Always a steward of the gift giv'n me
Always trusting e'en when I cannot see
For, it was You, who granted me the key
Oh, Lord, guide my steps each and ev'ry day
Please grant me this chance; Oh, Lord, I now pray
((December 7th,2009))
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