One
lone rose
in winter's garden
thorns cover stems
woven through
trellis
no buds surrounding
just one crimson rose
fully in bloom
delicate petals layer upon layer
of soft beauty fragrant
thorns all around
its beauty cannot diminish
beauty striking
needs no dressing
nothing could add
nothing could take away
one by one petals will
fall
to the ground
some to be treasured
some to be trampled
so it is with
the Rose born
that first Christmas night
a bud opening to the light of His Father
beauty striking
surrounded by thorns
no thing or no one
could add
could take away
He was beauty defined
beauty defined took
His first breath in a stable
His last breath on a cross
first
last
each breath in between
fragrant with love
each thought
each word
connected to
His Father
each heartbeat
compassion permeated
tears often
fell
like
rain
those who hated the Rose
did all they could to mar the beauty
petals
fell
one by one
as His time came near
some trampled
crushed into the ground
others gathered in love
treasured
beauty striking
could no one miss
could no one ignore
the Creator of a rose
became the Rose
the Designer of a stem with thorns
wore stems thorny woven into a crown
blood crimson as a rose
flowed from skin fragile
torn and pierced
all because of love
love incomprehensible
love unconditional
the Rose crimson crucified
the Rose mangled buried
the Rose triumphant
no thorns could hold down
brought back to life
by the hand of the Father
the Rose
our Rose
lives in full bloom
today
yesterday
tomorrow
always
nothing can dim
His beauty majestic
His touch tender
His whisper soft
in the garden of His heart
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