Our life in the garden of our Lord
is like blessed rose of His desire
Budding in our infancy, we grow
by the tender care of His hand
Weathering the storms of life, we
live straining to reach the Son
He is faithful as we grow, to prune,
nurture and feed what He loves
Until only by the graceful care of the
Masters' hand we come to full bloom
It is then that our beauty and essence
speak of His faithful loving work in us
But unlike the rose of this world, we
do not wilt when He tenderly harvests
For our beauty and essence is His
heart in us living eternally to be His joy
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