I planted a little rose bush and tended it with care.
It’s buds began to blossom.
It’s sweet fragrance filled the air.
But when winter came it withered.
The petals drooped and fell to the ground.
My heart sank as it faded.
But I’d forgotten Who had made it.
And HE said,
“Roses will bloom again,
just wait and see.
Don’t mourn what might have been,
only God knows how and when but …
roses will bloom again.”