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.
What’s Good About Home! 
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