For the Love of the Rose

If life were like a garden

You would be a rose.

Your thorns would pierce God’s hands,

But He would take the blows.

Like a weeping willow,

God has cried for you.

His tears have filled the oceans.

His pain has made them blue.

Like a butterfly,

God has made you new.

His mercy comes each day,

Like the morning dew.

We see God through creation--

And know--just like the wind,

That though we cannot see Him,

He is our dearest friend.

Like the sun, He arose--

From the death that He chose--

To bring life to the garden,

For the love of the rose.

Written by: Christine Martin

Inspired by my friend Micheal Tedesco’s poetry

This song was put to music a few days later. You can listen to it on my YouTube channel by going to the following link:

https://youtu.be/IgZCdkOI2T8?si=DXSug7gSuLx9NtTx