The rose grows in glory
The rose tells a story
It blooms beautifully
And displays its peddles carefully
It moves with care
It has a lot to share
It stands alone
And sits in its own zone
The rose is a gift
It gives the spirit a lift
It makes one thing clear
That God is always near
It stays close by
It helps us see eye to eye
It means everything
Despite what life can bring
It brightens every day
Come what may
As it strikes a pose
Nothing’s better than the rose