Elegy for a Gray Rose

by H. Edgar Hix | January 30, 2009
She was one who chose the best, her Lord,
and blessed the children with Him.
For me she was my gray Rose from God,
teaching me that to grow with thorns
is still to grow in grace, knowing
thorns are temporary, to be borne
while letting God spread the sweet scent
of His salvation to a scentless world;
a world she was moved by,
a world she moved in return.
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