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Nobody knows this little Rose
By: Emily Dickinson
Nobody knows this little Rose
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it
Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey
On its breast to lie
Only a Bird will wonder
Only a Breeze will sigh
Ah Little Rose
How easy For such as thee to die!
The first time I saw a yellow rose (that I can remember), was when I was a teen. I remember thinking of it's beauty, of how it was so bright. At that time I didn't know God. I didn't realize God's part in making that flower. I just knew it's beauty. I don't get flowers, but that flower means something to me. That rose says friendship. It shows me God's love. It gives that special "shine" of yellow brightness. It reminds me of how we need to show more smiles.
O' God, Our Father, Thank you so much for showing us grace when we don't deserve it. Thank you for giving us all the beauty we can see from day to day. But most of all, thank you for sending your son to die for me so that I could be saved. Guide me Lord so that I can show someone who doesn't know you - YOU Lord.
Hide me behind the cross Lord, so the world sees only you!!!
Amen