The Rose: (Life: Good, Bad, Ugly)

As I stand here holding this perfect rose every petal in place, I think of my God's infinite Mercy on my life.

Each petal represents all the Good, Great, Successful day's I had.

Then I bring the rose closer and what a sweet fragrance of Hope.

As I carry on looking down the stem full with thorns discomfort form's and Blood runs down my hands.

I think about the bad day's the battle's the struggles and the hard time's, My Lord God carried me through.

I look back at the petals, each petal is falling to the ground and fading away.

But I am still standing through it all, the Good and Bad. only by God's Grace can I stand up the next morning and see another perfect rose, petal's all in place, Yes Thorns to.

This is the life the Almighty promised.

And as I stand up for another day full in Hope, I give Praise to You Lord God.

Mark 9:24

"I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief."

Written by My Mom: Violet A Pillay.