Like the majestic rose,
A love goes to full bloom,
But like the precious rose,
Oft' times it's set for doom.
The rose fades in its delicate beauty,
Like the life you had planned,
Falling apart like the rose,
Dropping petals in the sand.
The rose cannot maintain,
The beauty it once knew,
The love you cultivated,
Chose to be away from you.
The rose slowly droops,
It falls and its beauty is gone,
Just as the love has disappeared,
From the unity of your home.
You can pick up the petals,
Tho' it is useless to try and replace,
Just as holding on to a love,
That has raveled and became unlaced.
The rose has died and lives no more,
To bloom and show it's pride,
Just as the one you love has succumbed,
To the enticement of life's loveless tide.
As it sweeps back into the sea of life,
All that you have grown to love,
It will again wash life's shores,
With the cleansing powers from above.
Love may be lost, but life remains,
Hold close to it my precious one,
The things that have disappeared,
Can once again through faith be won.
The rose may be quite different,
As it blooms upon another shore,
Yet there is love and there is hope,
For the rose will bloom once more.
June 6, 2002
Used With Permission
All Rights Reserved By Author
Photo © Image Cafe
Sequenced by Bruce DeBoer
Music Of The Heart