Grow me Lord, like you grow a rose
Peel away the layers of my
Infolded, selfish soul
And turn my heart toward blessing those
You place upon my path
Make me yielded, tender and whole
Willing to wait for light and rain
To face days of dryness and shade
And grow where no one knows
To accept with patience my pain
And all that makes a rose to bloom
Where no other flower grows
And when Oh Lord you walk my way
To see the rose that you have grown
I pray to be complete
That glory will be yours that day
And not for self to bloom
But that you find my fragrance sweet
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