“When God decided to make a rose He must have been thinking of you.”
Roses are my favorites. Even though there is Foxglove and Fushia and even though there are Chrysanthemums and Marigolds. Even though there is Lavender, and Lantana, and Lily of the Valley. Even though the mountains sprout Lupine and pools float Lotus blossoms. Even though there are graceful Columbines and there are Clematis Vines and there is Clover in mass for the honeybees. Even with Phlox and Poppies, Cannas, Cone Flowers, Calla Lilies and Easter Cactus. Roses are still my favorites.
Roses are my favorites even though there are Daffodils, Tulips, Peonies and Orchids. Roses are my favorites even though there are Magnolias and Irises and Anemones. Even though Cyclamen do their balancing acts and Crocus can sprout through ice. Even though there are Spring Pinks, Bluets, and Hyacinths dancing on the front lawn. Even though there are Evening Prairie Primroses crowding in ditches, and Angel-Wing Begonias dripping hearts, and Morning Glories trundling over fences. Still, Roses are my favorites!
Roses are my favorites even though there are Crabapple Blooms, Dogwood Blossoms, Redbud, and Cherry Blossoms. Even though I have feasted my eyes on Lilacs, Bluebonnets, and Indian Paintbrushes. Even though there are Petunias, Zennias, Pansies, Mums and Ox-Eye Daisies. Even though I love Azaleas, Apple Blossoms, Geraniums, Gladiolas, and Gardenias. Even though there are Tiger Lilies, and in the woodlands Trillium and Periwinkle along the creekbanks. Roses are still my favorites!
Roses are my favorites even though there are Sweetpeas, Hydrangeas, Cosmos, and Indian Blankets. Even though I have seen African Violets, Ranunculus and Peruvian Lilies. Even though there is Queen Ann’s Lace and there are Carnations and Stargazer Lilies and Bee Balm. Even though God made Hollyhocks, Snapdragons, Sweet Alyssum, and Bachelor’s Buttons. Even though He planted Amaryllis, Wood Violets, Hostas, Hibiscus and Honeysuckle Vines. Even though I have smelled Wisteria, Jasmine, Windflowers, and waded through Golden Buttercups. Roses are still my favorites! What are yours?
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin. Yet I say to you, that even Solomon and all his glory was not arrayed as one of these.Mark 6:28-29