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I see the beauty of a blooming rose
And have the urge to take what is not mine;
I long to build the dreams of my romance,
To drink the sweetest draft—forbidden wine—
To lose myself in scents of heaven:
To pluck the brilliant bloom for which I pine…
But while my heart is dancing in the clouds
The song that calls me on must not be scorned,
For though my tears will wet the rose I leave,
Within the night, God’s better dreams are born,
Revealing what I could not see before:
Beneath the rose were many painful thorns…
I saw the beauty of a blooming rose
And had the urge to take what was not mine;
Forgetting, in my dreams for happiness,
That God would someday bring his great design,
And as I turn from dancing on the clouds
I find God’s tapestry is most divine…
I sacrificed the rose, with all its thorns,
I gave my hopes, and God’s own dreams came true:
He led me to a field of buttercups
Beneath a dazzling expanse of blue;
I found the joy of sharing every moment
With God’s design for me: He gave me you!
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