My days are as the roses,
A wonder to behold
Sustained by holy scriptures
And prophecies of old.
My mornings bud with newness
As hope and faith unite,
And blossom forth and flourish
Beneath His holy light.
By noon this blessed flower
has bloomed upon His word,
Unfolding through His mercy
As songs of peace are heard.
And though the evening beckons
My day to fold and close,
The twilight stars still twinkle
With beauty as the rose.
From the Christian book "Grace Poems"
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