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| The Symbol of the Rose... |
| God gave us beautiful roses, as a symbol of his love... and every time the roses bloom, an angel sings above. |
| Roses stand for beauty, that comes from God's bouquet... and He only picks the finest, to bloom for Him this way. |
| Roses are like friendships; their beauty never fades... like a sweet and fragrant blossom, roses bloom and friendships stay. |
| ~ used with permission ~ Copyright1998 Jill Lemming |
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| My mother went home to Heaven November 21th,2002. Mama adored roses. She had many rose bushes in her yard. She tended to them and each year they would have big, beautiful blossoms. They were some of the most beautiful roses I have ever seen. Now, when I see a rose it reminds me of Mama and I can see her standing by a rose bush, smiling. |
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| Mama Liked The Roses |
| Oh, mama liked the roses she grew them in her yard But winter always came around and made the growing way too hard Oh, mama liked the roses and when she had the time She'd decorate the living room, for all us kids to see When I hear the Sunday bells ringing in the morning I remember crying when she used to sing Oh, mama liked the roses but most of all she cared About the way we learned to live And if we said our prayers |
| You know I kept the family bible with a rose that she saved inside It was pressed between the pages Like it had found a place to hide |
| Oh, mama liked the roses in such a special way We bring them every Mother's Day And put them on her grave Oh, mama liked the roses Mmmm Mama liked the roses |
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| ~Written by J Christopher~ |
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