(Originally written in teen years ’95-01)

A rose in a garden of thorns,

Sets light upon who mourns

And brightens up each day

In a very special way

A thorn upon a rose

Often is ignored

For no one likes the prick of pain

That thorned roses have in store

Yet roses are like love

Possessing qualities of beauty and of pain

Either wilted or bloomed

Often love can be the same

Roses are a symbol of a gift God has in store

A gift that’s worth receiving

But finding it is half the battle

You simply must explore