The Man With The Rose

I was given a rose, by a man with a soul So evolved, I felt humble and proud, A single red rose, deep claret-rich red, That stood out like a face in the crowd. I wondered why he placed the rose in my hands And ask that I give it you, But I trusted his smile, so I took the red rose With his thanks for all that you do. Your rose has a name engraved on it's heart, And a single tearlet of dew But the passing of time has strengthened the love Of the man with the rose, for you. Hold the rose to your heart - and inhale it's perfume So vibrant, so sweet, and so pure, Let its soft velvet petals envelop your pain, Like the sea would the sand, on the shore. The man that I saw, came quite close to me His presence, a joy to behold, And the Angels beside him, white-feathered of wing, Confirmed what I had been told. That this special man, touched by God's healing hands Understands all that you have been through, And he will be there to lift up your heart, Giving strength for the work you must do. So he gives you this rose, ruby red, claret-rich, With much love, to have and to hold, And he wants you to know that your beautiful bloom Is part of God's spiritual fold.