When God

When God was making roses
I think that he foreknew
All the times that I would need them
Cause my heart was feeling blue. 

When God was making roses
I am sure He took delight
In knowing I would smell their scent
To get me through some plight.

When God was making roses
I think He laughed with glee
To know for celebrations
They’d be perfect, just for me.

“For pain, for joy, for everyday
A rose will fit the bill,”
So he shaped and cut and colored each
My heart to overfill.

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