JUST A LITTLE ROSEBUD
By Myrtle Poor
There was a little rosebud
Standing proud as you please.
Hanging upon it's stem
There for everyone to see.
It didn't look like much,
As far as I could tell
It was just a tiny little rose bud
Fastened tightly in it's shell.
Then I went away
Having hope within my heart.
For I knew within a day or two
A rose would break apart.
Then I went again there
To see what I could see
And saw a beautiful rose there
Hanging from its tree.
It was Just sitting there
Upon its bed of thorns, you see,
But because it was so lovely
The thorns you did not see.
Our life is like that rose bud
It fits so snuggly in it's shell,
But when we come to Jesus
The rose bud starts to swell.
When we come in tune with Jesus
We become a lovely rose,
When someone sees our inner man
They will see Him in our soul.
Copyright 2008
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