Before it blooms
a rosebush is little more than
a useless bunch of thorns.
Yet once the rose appears
we sing only its praise!
Then be like that Gardener
Who planted the bush,
and Who loves it
at every stage
for what it will become.
a rosebush is little more than
a useless bunch of thorns.
Yet once the rose appears
we sing only its praise!
Then be like that Gardener
Who planted the bush,
and Who loves it
at every stage
for what it will become.