I planted a rose in the nice warm ground
The roots grow for strength as they bound.
They grow straight up from the earths rich soil,
As they grow stronger and taller they stay loyal
Into the night my rose bud has to sleep,
As I pray to The Lord it's thorns to keep.
Before the morning sun beckons through,
God pampers the ground with blissful dew.
The sun warms the ground growth doth begin,
I can do away with the all the foil it came in.
Tis a blessing to watch my rose grow longer,
My precious bud from a seed got stronger.
The beauty of this bloom I see from a bud,
It once was a seed that I first planted in mud.
In the rich soil from a Gods green earth,
Just a seed that started a rose budding birth.
How precious it is just to know how it grew,
Not many live from this soil I had to fertilize too.
This soil where I grew it was just like clay,
But blessings from God helped my rose stay.
Stay firm and strong in this clayed soiled ground,
With the strength of the roots each one sure found.
I'm blessed to have grown my rose of pure white,
Blessed by Gods creation of the earths sunlight.
BK: 05-28-15.
7: 48pm
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