The Rose of God
Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a hunger an endless aching need
But God says love it is a flower and you it's only seed
It's my heart afraid of breaking
that He will teach to dance
It's my dream afraid of waking
that He gives the chance
I'm not worth the taking
I've nothing left to give
But there's no fear of dying
I will forever live
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with God's Son's love in the spring becomes
The Rose
To make a long story short, I surround and identify myself with roses because God revealed part of His plan for my life on November 11, 1998 when I heard Bette Midler's song The Rose. I was deeply depressed and was contemplating suicide. The song came on the radio. However, the words that I heard that night are NOT the words you will hear if you purchase her album. Instead, the words I heard are the ones printed here. I call it 
