And, as the days passed swiftly by,
It spread its branches, straight and tall...
One day, a beam of light shone through,
A crevice that had opened wide~
The rose bent gently toward it's warmth,
Then passed beyond to the other side...
Now, you who deeply feel its loss,
Be comforted ~the rose blooms there~
Its beauty even greater now,
Nurtured by God's own loving care.
When Tomorrow Starts Without Me
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