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Wild Rose

Wild Rose

God's gift to us

Love is a strong bond.

As the wild rose grows.

Twists and turns going here,

Then it grows there.

Always climbing and yes blooming.

It's god's way to let us see his beauty.

Of love of us.

As the rose, we too twist and turn.

On our journey. and we are blessed,

With a wild rose, a flower called love.

Bless you my wild rose.

Let love nourish you.

As you keep reaching for the sun.

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