A rose of the heart Blossoms with the Mothers Love,
A thing of Pure Beauty
Blessed by Heaven 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 angels
who always stand by
And they shower their 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,
And enjoy the mystery
of beauty of life you see,
And offer the Mothers Rose in Your Heart
at the Alter of God In thanks for your life
and the love you received.