Let me, Lord, a rosebud be,
A thing of beauty for all to see,
With fragrance and petals bright,
A budding in Thy gracious light.
Quench my thirst with Thy morning dew,
Deliver my scent to many, not few,
Keep me glowing in the evening sun,
And let my love touch everyone.
Lord, I am youthful, grant me grace,
And ease my thorns with Thy sweet embrace,
When night has fallen, thy light I shall seek,
Unendingly guiding all who are weak.
The heavy pour of rain I'll bear,
For bloom I must into a flower fair,
Let me then, Lord, a rosebud be
A light shining forth to victory.
~ Elaine Ong ~
(S.S. July 1998)
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