This is a poem I wrote back in the 70's.
Just thought I'd share it.
A person may dream of whatever He may,
Whatever He may choose;
He may dream dreams of harming things; or dreams of ways to sooth.
A person may dream of whatever he may,
Be it for good or ill;
He may have dreams of a bird in flight,
Or a lily on a pond so still.
A person may dream at anytime, be it night or day;
But if He would dream, of someone like you,
He would dream his life away.
The Rose is a flower ever so pretty; it can brighten any home,
And if it could walk, it would brighten the path, wherever it would roam.
The Rose has an essence ever so pretty, one that just couldn’t be matched;
It has been called “The Fragrance of Beauty”, a name that is rightly attached.
This poem is short, but its words are true;
And they say what I’ve wanted to say.
While standing alone with a Rose like you,
While talking or while we pray.
When Christ knocked upon the door of my life
To cleanse me from all my sin;
I didn’t know that love could grow;
Like my love has for Him since then.
My love for God is still growing strong,
I know that yours is too;
I pray that someday, God will bless me with;
A Rose that is just like you.