With Rose In Hand(Part2) - Poem by Meg Harrison
Prayer is worth more than a rose
in my hand where love grows
for God and all he knows.
The rose has a thorn,
Which Jesus felt on the crown he had worn.
The rose is red as the blood from his head,
As Jesus fell with his cross and he wears a cloth that has been torn.
The rose is still in my hand and I think of the future instead.
Even if the rose is wilting God's love stays with us longer.
Jesus is not forgotton when petals fall to the ground.
I feel my heart pounding as it beats faster my love is stronger.
Prayer is a part of our life in the world all around.
Now the petals wilted They remind me of ashes
which is a body after death,
but my soul returns to heaven where god will be found.
My soul will have a new life after I take my last breath
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