A Rose bud carefully and tightly wound

Making not a rustle, no not one sound

Tough green petals holding its heart in

Protecting fiercely, from the wind

Destined to bloom forth in brilliance

Colors vibrant, colors so resilient

A wicked frost, most cold and hard

The buds growth, to maim, to retard

Settling down around its protective petals

Cold as steel, sharp as jagged metal

Freezing, inhibiting the buds life

In the quiet cold, dead of night

Yet, the petals tough as nails

Refused to move, letting winds prevail

Wrapping tightly like a glove

Shield of faith, shield of love

Until the faithful sun would melt away

Deeds of darkness, in the light of day

So it is with the bud of our heart

One's most tender, vulnerable part

Words come, sharp as a surgeon's knife

To cut away, to destroy precious life

Pains and hurts, many storms untold

Come like the frost, hard and cold

Desiring to steal blossoms of life

In cold darkness, the world's night

Yet what it sneaks and takes away

Is restored in splendor, with light of day

The Son rises to rule over the night

Removing the frost, life's plight

He turns the evil into good

That we might bloom as we should

He is the gardener of our tender bud

He brings restoration, wrapped in love

Blooming us forth in destined glory

A fragrant rose, loves greatest story

For us once birthed, born in sin

Now redemption, eternal in Him

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