Margaret V. Hunsinger
Rush Of Love - Poem by Margaret V. Hunsinger
That rush of Love that I have found,
Came from a pink rose fallen to the ground.
I picked it up and it turned blood red;
My hands, my feet, and my side they bled.
The rose it spoke of healing for ALL,
As I gazed upon the bush by the wall.
The roses turned red, the bush was aflame,
Casting a blue light, spelling out a name.
The Holy Light, that rush of Love,
It pierced my heart, it was not the same.
For there in my arms, the pink rose again;
A bud it was, tiny toes and hands
Took form, A CHILD!
Bright the smile on His face, as He shed His Love,
Joy, Peace, and Heavenly Grace.
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