I went into my garden,
And I picked rose.
No one else laid claim,
So it's yours I suppose.
For this rose is special,
I'd say rather unique.
See it changes it color,
Everytime somone speaks.
This rose never dies,
Nor do it's petals fall.
It changes it's shade,
To remind us all.
That we too are different,
Yet we came from One.
So Great and So loving,
He gave us His Son.
I think I'll call this Rose, Jesus!
By Semper Fi 83
2007-06-24
06:23:36
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Thank You All!
Special Thanks to Jan P.!
2007-06-24
10:36:06 ·
update #1