Little roses - poem

Little roses never worry
When the rain begins to fall
For if it never, never rain
Then they will never, never grow

Lord, please help me learn the secret
That only little roses know
For if it never, never rain
Then I will never, never grow

So let it rain, let it rain, let it pour
Let the trials come knocking at my door
For if I learn the right from wrong
It will help to make me strong

Lord, I thank you for the secret
That little roses and I know.
For if it never, never rain,
Then we will never, never grow.

- Bee

posted Saturday, 22 November 2003