Trampled Roses
Lisa Easterling
I was there the day it happened, and my heart was rent with grief
As my precious rose lay battered, crushed of petal, torn of leaf
And I cried for all my children who have drained that bitter cup
As their pleas for mercy echoed and their anguish floated up
Please believe me, dearest daughter, this was never my intent
For such pain to be made perfect my Son's precious blood was spent
There is nothing where you're standing that can wholly heal your heart
But believe me when I tell you we won't always be apart
The memories and scents that haunt your dreams and cloud your days
Will one day dissipate and you will truly know my ways
But for now I have a gift for you that just your heart can see
It's a picture I have drawn of two embracing, you and me
The image I will leave with you while you must walk your sod
And you will be my darling girl and I will be your God
So hold it close and don't forget one truth that never died:
Evil will not always boast what Love has crucified
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