My Rose was planted on lush, fertile ground,
Though, it must first be sought to truly be found!
Never has a rose held such allure, such beauty,
No, never again shall there be one such as Thee!
Your rich petals unfold, outreaching and full,
They seem to beckon, “Come, savor! My scent is sweet, pure”.
“Smell, you’ll not be disappointed, this is for sure!”
How can I keep such sweetness and beauty to myself?
Would it not be a sin? No, I must go and display it!
Yes, this very day!
The name of my Rose? Well, to some, the Rose of Sharon.To me—Jesus the Christ!
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