ONE DAY WHILE TRAVELING DOWN A PATH
I FOUND A SCRONY BUSH
A rose WAS STRUGGLING HARD TO BLOOM
AMONG THE WEEDS AND BRUSH,
THE rose WAS TRYING HARD TO LIVE
AND BE WHAT IT SHOULD BE,
BUT A rose TO BE A LOVELY rose
I DUG IT UP AND TOOK IT HOME
ANDFOUND WITHIN MY YARD
A PLACE A LOVELY rose COULD GROW
AND SAW IT STRUGGLING HARD
TO PUT ROOTS DOWN IN NEW SOIL,
IT WAS NOT FORSAKEN THERE,
I WATERED, SPRAYED AND FERTILIZED
THEN ADDED A SIMPLE PRAYER.
I TRIMMED AWAY THE LIMBS I KNEW
WOULD HINDER IT'S GROWTH,
THEN TIME AND NATUTE DID THEIR PART,
AND SOON CAME BURSTING FORTH,
A BUD, A rose AND THEN FULL BLOOM
THAT ALL THE WORLD COULD SEE
A rose WITHIN Rose's PLACE
CAN BE WHAT A rose should be. 
This poem was e-mail to me by
my favorite online pastor
Pastor Jake.
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