As I gazed at the rose
I became so entranced,
A symbol of beauty
Of love and romance.
Such simplicity it seemed
As my eyes could not move
The hypnotic effect
I am sure He’d approve.
What struck me this time
Was the way that it gave
A different impression
As wave after wave
Of my thoughts came flooding,
Washing o’er my soul
A new sense of feeling
Almost out of control.
My eyes became blurred,
As I stared at this flower,
In all God’s creation,
It was meant for this hour.
The tears I let flow
As my heart seemed to fill
With the beauty of its color
What a story it did tell.
The richest of crimson
Did flow from the center
And splash to the very edge of the petal
In contrast the bud vase was the greenest of green.
The light of the sun brought out such vividness of color
That I could not help but wonder about the eternal number of hues upon God’s palette.
The feel of the rose
Was like the softest of velvets
With the slightest of touch
Each pod of essence broke
And the aroma wafted ever so gently
Up into the nostrils of the Creator
And he is pleased.
The essence was worship
The color was the same
My spirit could feel
The praise of His name.
That came from the rose
You say that can’t be,
But if rocks can cry out
Then a rose is as free
To worship our Lord
The one who created
I am sure for His pleasure
A rose so elated!
As I gazed at the rose
E’er so intently,
I knew why God did
Create it so gently,
With such detail
And majesty and power,
to praise and to honor
And to worship Him this hour.
ron hampton – SDG
