A Better Rose

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Some say God,
He is a river,
that drowns the tender reed.

Some say God,
He is a razor,
that leaves your soul to bleed.

Some say God,
He is a hunger,
an end-less aching need.

I say God,
He is a flower,
And Christ,
His only Seed.

It’s the heart,
afraid of breaking,
that never,
learns to dance.

It’s the dream,
afraid of waking,
that never,
takes a chance.

It’s the one,
who won’t be taken,
who can,
not seem to give.

And the soul,
afraid of dyin’,
that never,
learns to live.

When the night,
has been too lonely,
and the road,
has been too long;

And you think,
that God is only,
for the lucky,
and the strong!

Just remember,
in the winter,
far beneath,
the bitter snows,

Lies the Seed,
that with-in God’s love,
that in the end,
becomes the Rose.

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