God's Yellow Rose Poem by Randy McClave

There can't be a grace
As great as the rose,
Which lightens up the face
And tantalizes the nose.
Perfection in the sun
Beauty in the moon,
Wonder as it grows
Is the power of the rose.

There can't be a flower
Which holds the romantic power,
To quieten a feuding heart
Then cause love again to start.
There isn't none that I know,
And of course none that man can show
Than that, of a yellow rose.

There can't be a flower
Which holds the suns color,
Beauty in the night
And perfection in our sight.
By man none can be created
And none can be shown,
None has the vibrant color
Of a magnificent yellow rose.

Colors on palettes I have seen
In a rainbow I have been,
True beauty is only known
When man look upon God's yellow rose.

Randy L. McClave