God made roses in the spring

　　To bloom their best effect，

　　Beautiful and fragrant

　　With a sweet magnificence.

　　They grow with joy up to the sun

　　Swaying gently in the breeze，

　　Puncturing the balmy air

　　With all the tenderness we need.

　　I wonder then， where we are set

　　For if roses have a perfect plan，

　　Then we， blossoming where we are

　　Have a gift to understand.

　　What wonder shall He have in mind

　　How He wants His own to be，

　　Fulfilling the special role

　　Chosen just for you and me.

　　And if He wants it to be different

　　He knows just what to change，

　　So I'll be happy in my garden bed

　　Serving His domain……

　　Then with my unique array of petals

　　In the blooming I must do，

　　I can be His little rosebud

　　Unfolding love to you.