How would you like to be
An object of great envy
A wonder to be behold; in a class of its own
How would you like to be – a rose
Adding beauty and charm
Wherever it grows
Releasing the sweetest fragrance
When its petals unfold
Bold and beautiful
Tender and graceful
For all time
The rose will remain the queen of its kind
But the beautiful rose
Is ‘crowned’ with thorns
Round its stem they grow
Some long, some short, none the less each one strong
If you wish to be a rose
Prepare to wear a crown of thorns
It’s neither or both
For there is no rose without thorns
The crown of thorns
Stands for trials you will face in life
‘Thorns’ that will pierce your flesh and make you cry
Yet by this very hurt accomplish God’s perfect work
If you will only trust and yield
Soon your eyes will be opened to see
That the length, or strength, of the rose’s thorns
Does not detract from its beauty at all
Instead the rose is made more precious
Because of its thorns
So that he who lays hold of one
Emloys gentleness in every touch
The rose is not, and never will be,
Treated like just another flower
For its crown of thorns bestows on it an honour
That makes it what no other flower can be – the Queen.
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