A rose of the heart Blossoms with Love,
A thing of Pure Beauty Blessed by the Mother above.
The thorns that you’ve placed
For your protection that are there,
You find now block the gift within
That you came here to share.
The flower of such Grace is pure
Beyond the mind's confines,
And a gift so beautiful
that words fail to define
The blessings that inspire this our hearts lifeline.
The petals so fragile
Softly to earth do fall,
And we try to catch their beauty this moment
And the hope and innocence it recalls.
To remove the thorns takes such trust I know
So we call on the Holy Mother
who always stand by
And She shows spirit’s intent
And bring us a vision of Paradise
so radiantly sent.
A rose of the Heart
Lies there within you,
Remove the thorns
And let angels of Christ’s see you through.
Let these petals of love fall as they may,
You cannot hold onto what is gone,
try as you may.
Surround yourself with the One
who Created this Dream
A Rose without Thorns is a Heavenly thing.
Receive the Beauty and the Love
That God has given so freely from above,
enjoy the mystery of beauty of life you see,
And offer the Rose in Your Heart
at the Alter of God
With thanks for your life
and the love you received.