I found you there one early morn,
Your pedals all dipped with dew,
Fresh captured beauty newly born,
All fragrants pure and new.

I stood there atop the hill,
To look into your face,
And for a moment time stood still,
Arrest from life's embattled race.

To tarry for a moments rest,
To search in deep concern,
In passing days I must confess,
There is much for me to learn.

Yes from a rose, which God has made,
To grow upon a rugged hill,
Time marches on, it
s not delayed,
You must simply do His will.

I thought of how God cares for you,
And how He cares for me,
Of how He gave you life anew,
Each spring when natures free.

You grow among the rocks and thorns,
That's scattered round about,
And close beside a path is worn,
By travelers, there
s no doubt.

And now I know within myself,
He watches over all things,
From poverty, to those with wealth,
And yes to the bird who sings.

Some fail to see you blooming there,
While passing close beside,
They cannot see the life so fair,
In Him they do not confide.

My troubles now seem far away,
Since I have stood a while,
The sun is out to start the day,
I'll lift my head and smile.

And know within, let come what may,
I'm ready for each and every hour,
He showed me how to start each day,
Yes simply through a flower.

TO A WILD ROSE

An ode to the wild rose.