| The Rose October 2000 Justene Martin |
My heart drew a picture And painted it with care, My mind could see, All the colors there. Each little detail My eyes could see Became the dream That was to be me. A simple rose In the Master's mind So rare and unique Just one of a kind. Just a spatter of paint On a canvas alone, Began the journey That would lead me home. The rose doesn't know, What one day it will be, Til it's in full bloom For the world to see. But it was there all along In the Master's mind The thing of beauty This one of a kind. Don't try to rush This growing phase To do so might cause it To lose it's place. 'Tis the Master's plan And only He knows The beauty that one day Becomes the rose. |