priceless
Christmas Rose.
lying in a manger
fresh and untouched.
petals still tightly closed,
the new bud lies waiting.
waiting for life to unfold.
the Christmas Rose.
so full of promise.
so full of love.
so full of life.
He knew that as each petal
slowly
opened,
reaching
for
the
Light,
His life would not be one of ease.
the beauty
carried with it a price.
of the Christmas Rose.
as each crimson petal
would eventually
f
a
l
l
to the ground,
many were crushed
beneath the feet of those
who despised our
Christmas Rose.
who rejected our
Christmas Rose.
the life of the precious
priceless
Christmas Rose
would be cut
short.
His crimson blood would flow
for you.
for me.
lying in the manger on that
first Christmas night
was the
Savior
of the
world.
embrace that Christmas Rose,
remembering that to embrace Him
you will inevitably be pierced by
the thorns.
yet the beauty of His birth
and life,
the pain of His death,
the glory of His resurrection,
make any wound incurred
a privilege to bear.
for He sacrificed all.
our precious
priceless
Christmas Rose.
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