So Sweet I watched the roses grow The aroma we all know Their beauty will enrapture, And the image we capture. Hanging on the fence With so little expense. They charm those that go by, And some will even cry. They are so very neat, All nestled around your feet. Life is so much like the rose As we all begin to grow. A little bud on the stem Like the baby named Jim. Then the pedals spread Like Jim when he wed. Then the rose grows old Like Jim I am told Bruised and so sweet Jim could still repeat, "The fragrance really comes to be When crushed and bruised by the enemy!"
Poem written by: Lena Ayer Kittrell Midi Music written by: Norma Stephenson Arranged by: Rhesa Siregar Copyright 2005
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