| Roses
Without Thorns by Barbara Philbrook Have you
ever picked up a rose, it's fragrance to inhale, Life is
sort of like that in the things that come our way, We have to
be guided by God and not our sense of appeal, We receive
the Comforter on the day we accept our salvation, We are not
left to wander or learn on our own, God
blesses all of us each and every day, I've been
blessed with roses that have given me joy without end, |