Godís Fragrant RoseGodís Fragrant Rose

Godís Fragrant Rose.......

A lovely rose with leaves of green
Ascends upon the wall
With crimson red and floral spread
Does make one stand in awe.

A fragile thing, a breath of spring
Its petal doth enfold
A tiny bud so delicate
So beautiful to hold.
Godís Fragrant Rose

The perfume of its lingering scent
Does take my breath away
As sweet as lilacs on the bush
An intricate display.

A picturesque of summer bliss
Red roses on the vine
Doth lace its tender elegance
Around this heart of mine.
Godís Fragrant Rose

Could it be, God speaks to me
Through fragrance in the air
Am I not like the gentle rose
Wrapped in His loving care?

Marilyn Ferguson © 2005

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"My Heavenly Father Watches Over Me"

I trust in God wherever I may be,
Upon the land or on the rolling sea,
For, come what may, from day to day,
My heav'nly Father watches over me.
I trust in God, I know He cares for me,
On mountain bleak or on the stormy sea;
Tho' billows roll, He keeps my soul,
My heavn'ly Father watches over me.
He makes the rose an object of His care,
He guides the eagle thru the pathless air,
And surely He remembers me,
My heav'nly Father watches over me.
I trust in God, for in the lion's den,
On battlefield, or in the prison pen,
Through praise or blame, through flood or flame,
My heav'nly Father watches over me.
The valley may be dark, the shadows deep
But Oh, The Shepherd guards His lonely sheep;
And through the gloom, He'll lead me home
My heav'nly Father watches over me.

By Ezra Bufford