The Rose

The dew of the morning still rests
On the small, dainty rose.
The sun glistens on its leaves
And God's love it quietly shows.

The rose is not strong, nor mighty,
It labors not in the cold;
But this beautiful rose is priceless,
And its value is far more than gold.

Some day this rose will bloom,
Its petals will open and shine;
But now it patiently waits
Until it is God's time.

O Christian, will you patiently wait,
Knowing God's timing is right-
Will you let Him mold a masterpiece,
So He can trust you in the fight?

Is your lvoe for God blooming
In a world that is parched and barren;
Are you giving others the Living Water,
Are you trusting the Rose of Sharon?

All rights and words of the Poem by Amber Martin Day, Missionary

Song of Solomon 2:1, "I [am] the rose of Sharon, [and] the lily of the valleys."

1.  Sharon = "a plain or level"  

2.  the district lying between the mountains of central Palestine and the Mediterranean Sea and north of Joppa

3) a district on the east of the Jordan around Gilead and Bashan