A rose once grew
Where all could see,
Sheltered beside
A garden wall,
And as the days passed
Swiftly by, it spread its
Branches, straight and tall....
One day, a beam of light
Shone through a crevice
That had opened wide
The rose bent gently
Toward its warmth
Then passed beyond
To the other side
Now, you who deeply
Feel its loss,
Be comforted
The rose blooms there
Its beauty even greater
Now, nurtured by
God's own loving care.
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