Tuesday, September 8, 2009


Dust to dirt,
Hurt on hurt.
A flower picked too soon.
Petals torn,
Children born.
Pain and heartbreak strewn.

and Sunshine,
on the darkest day.
Blue sky,
in the rain.
Saviour of the world,
Hope ,
is born again.

The God of second chances,
Takes the petals one by one
Grafts them back to start again
Through the Healing of His Son.

Lovingly and gently,
Washed in Tears of Grace.
Each Rose will learn to blossom.
One day , to find it’s place.


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