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Topic: Learning for Life (08/23/04)

TITLE: Bed of Roses
By Teresa Lee Rainey
08/24/04

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There comes a time when we all learn that life is not a bed of roses; in fact, life is sometimes slimy and even stinks. It is often then (when we realize we are chin deep in filthy, smelly muck and must look up for help) that our Heavenly Father reaches down to pull us out, wash us off, and offer a fresh bouquet. This is one woman’s untold tale. . .

She keeps a story that cries to be told
And yet she does not want to share.
While you read she aches as memories unfold
“This life,” she once thought, “ is unfair“.

Such a sweet baby girl born from their love.
Young couple with rose-colored eyes.
Convinced she was kept like a precious dove.
For their sake she still keeps those lies.

Some believe she was spoiled to rebellion.
None knew of her pain deep inside.
Secrets slicing her voice, her opinion
Bottled up with no place to hide.

“Hide from whom?” , you may ask with good reason.
It seems she has hid them so well.
But her FATHER above knows a season
Will come and be her time to tell.

Tell of how HE brought her out of sorrow.
How HE washed away all her shame.
Life is hard (just ask her) but tomorrow
Will come. HE will call her by name.

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Proverbs 15:13 (KJV) A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.

Isaiah 53: 4 & 5 (KJV) 4 Surely HE hath borne our grief, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem HIM stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. 5 But HE was wounded for our transgressions, HE was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon HIM; and with HIS stripes we are healed.

I Thessalonians 4:16 & 17 (KJV) 16 For the LORD HIMSELF shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of GOD: and the dead in CHRIST shall rise first:
17 Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the LORD in the air: and so shall we ever be with the LORD.

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. . . Ah yes, she can smell the roses now.


Member Comments
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Al Boyce08/30/04
I like the way the verse keeps the secret hidden -- so we may insert our own. Thanks!
darlene hight08/30/04
This is great! Excellent flow and pleasant read.
Lucian Thompson08/30/04
Oooh…I loved that! Loved the scriptural reminders, also. Good job!
John Hunt08/31/04
Very nice prose.
A very enjoyable read.
L.M. Lee08/31/04
i liked the fact that you reminded us that JEsus is the One who cleans us up...we can never do it by ourselves.
Margaret Reed09/05/04
Excellent writing. I had to share this with my daughter. We were both touched. Thank You