Walking out into my garden one morning I saw many yellow roses blooming there Their lovely petals wet with dew, Reaching to pick one, I quickly withdrew. A thorn pierced the tip of my finger, Bringing drops of blood so red. At once, I thought of Christ Jesus And how His precious blood was shed. The pain He felt as a "crown of thorns" Was placed so cruelly upon His head, He could have easily escaped Yet, He choose to die instead. As I wiped the blood from my finger My tears were falling fast and free, Feeling sad and very unworthy That He gave His life for you and me. My heart, filled with love for Him that day I fell to my knees and began to pray Thank you God for what You did for me Taking my sins and setting me free. Glenna M. Baugh ©6/24/05 Living by Faith Matthew 7:7 (KJV) Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.