Monday, November 8, 2010

Cherokee Rose

Where every mothers tears fall
Let your faith and love grow there
A white rose grows for each drop
Turning your trail of tears into prayer

Pleasing the aroma of trust and grace
Pure gold, is the center of your love
Tender the leaves that cradle the bloom
Lovely white petals, pure as the Dove

The Lord cherishes the comely blossom
The tender chute that grows of Thee
Thy Word , our protection in the thorns
Wondrous, breathtaking, all born of He

Grown in strength that cannot be moved
Cherokee Rose , the beautiful flower
Weep no more, mothers of the homeland
Jesus, holds us all with His love and power

Judy L Wilson
November 8, 2010
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Based on the Legend of the Cherokee Rose