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THE PERFECT ROSE
BY AJ ODOM
Part I
I watched as the flowers bloomed
the world in perfect stillness lay
I saw one lone rose, growing strong
As I watched it's petals unfold
I could see it's destiny foretold.
It's perfect petals would be plucked
Their crimson dye would with water flow
It's needle-like thorns would be the object of it's own pain
Now it's stem is cut off from the Life-giving flow.
I sat in my garden, watching in horror and shock as the tears roll.
As this perfect rose is crushed
Part II
Then my mind is brought to another garden,
The Garden of Gethsemane, where another Perfect Rose grew strong.
I watched as His hands began to fold
Here again, I could see His future foretold.
His hands and His side would be pierced
The crimson blood would with water flow
As crown of thorns placed in mockery on His head
His flesh cut off from the Life-giving flow.
I stood at the hill of the cross, watching in horror and shock as the tears roll.
As, for me, this Perfect Rose is crushed.
Part III
When I awoke, where I stood was in another garden.
My eyes expected to see a rose, growing strong.
Before my eyes, angels wings unfold.
Here, I could see my destiny foretold.
I see One Lone Man walking my way
His hands outstretched to take me in.
I saw the nail scars where blood and water flowed.
Now a golden crown was upon His head.
When my eyes met His, I was given the Life-giving flow.
Then I bowed in this garden, in love and awe, as the tears roll
As this Perfect Rose stands alone.
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