May my life be as a rose,
To always seek Thy face,
As through the thorns it grows,
It blossoms in its place.
May my life be as a rose,
Each memory a vine.
The flowers they compose
In bright Celestial shine.
May my life be as a rose,
The petals be my friends.
They stand by through the throes
Of life lived to the end.
May my life be as a rose,
To shine in Thy light, fair,
As through life's highs and lows
I know that Thou art there.
May my life be as a rose,
That when I reach the end,
And petals start to close,
Thy Spirit Thou wilt send.
-- H.P. Edwards
March 2017
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