Rose Path

Momma laid soft petals at my feet,
And whispered a prayer that mothers pray,
Soft as silk,
Covering her seeds like a warm quilt,
A rose paves my way.

On the cross a rose was laid,
With tears and blood the world was saved,
In that blood my heart was bathed,
There is a rose that will never wilt,
He coveres His seeds with petals of silk,

Roses are a gift from God,
They line the road where angels trod,
They are in God's hand ,
He holds them close,
For He planted each seed,
That grew a rose,

Roses are a gift God has gave,
With the petals a road is paved,
On the cross a rose was laid,
And with a rose the world is saved.

The thorn of the rose made the crown,
The silken petals made the King a gown,
There is a beautiful flower I've found.
The seed of the rose was planted by God,
The rose lines the path that angels trod
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