Your's in Christ, The Reverend Cecil Smith
THE DARK RED ROSE
Of all the flowers that bloom and grow,
There's none quite like the Dark, Red Rose.
Their fragrance with the sweetest smell,
Reminds me God made all things well.
And as the rose blooms in the spring,
You've got the praise for everything.
The beauty that the rosebud gives,
Enjoy them while on earth you live.
And then at last when life is o'er,
The rose may bloom on heaven's shore.
Where God will wipe away all tears,
And flowers will be everywhere.
So thank Him for the roses now,
And always smile and never frown.
Just plan to meet Him in the sky,
Where the dark red rose will never die.