I planted a twig with loving care,
And watched it carefully to see if life
was there.
As weeks passed by it started to grow,
I watched with loving interest for I
wanted it so.
As months slipped by a new life was there,
Then finally the scent of a rose filled
the air.
With sweet perfume to me it did come,
Is our Lord like the root that nourished
each one?
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