Thought
Garden for rose makes the room
For bud before to gift of bloom
Whatever be your calling name
Sweet smell is of thee the same
Such lively colours meet my eyes
To fill me with a thousand joys
Some think that you are but rose
But God’s exquisite face arose
Show flowers in rich earth bed
Gained prizes for my roses bred
Better still are orange and red
Mine are the very best it’s said
But Mother Nature smiling sweet
Knows She alone completes this feat
And knows that different roses grown
Are expressed by Her and Hers alone
Prayer
O Lord thank you for giving me the joy of seeing your face amongst your glorious dress form of flowers and offering your fragrance to the noses you created. Grant us the grace that when you offer your devotees flowers, we may remember to offer them back to Thee.
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