No one knows the true beauty of a rose,
Only that of its leaves and petals as it grows;
They say that beauty is only as deep as the skin,
But it’s not so for it is in the soul that the rose will begin.

The rose stands for love and its’ prime color is red,
The color is special because for it our Savior bled;
It is rare that this rose will reach full bloom,
But even as a bud its’ spirit will fill any room.

The rose is eternal and will always stand tall,
Since it never dies, share it with all;
The rose is nurtured by the Spirit with loving care,
It’s watered and grows each time we gather in prayer.

It is only by us gardeners that His rose garden grows,
And from our hard work that His love freely flows;
I’m glad to know you Erin, and see how your spirit shows, It is easy to see that even your outward beauty is that of the rose