I'm Not a Rose

A poem about how every person grows differently.

Here, lies a garden - a beautiful one 

Planting flowers in a row, giving room

To bloom, and perfectly grow in the Son

But, here's a story

For you...  no flower is the same

And from above, they get shared glory

Every flower needs the Son

Some more than others

One is wilting-just one

It needs more help to grow

It feels like a weed, it's slowly shriveling

It's dying, it's drying up... what you should know

I'm not a rose

But, you still chose

Me to grow in this one garden

That you're startin' 

I need the same Son

Even though, I'm a different one

I knew I'm not a rose, but I can still grow, (just at a different pace)

Shine the Son in my face

I'm not a rose, but I'm still a flower

I hear the Son crying, from His beautiful Tears, I need a shower!

I need it to be okay, that I'm not a rose

Because every part of this flower grows!

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