THE LAST ROSE

The beauty of life and peace grows
When I remember the last rose
Like a revelation that silently warns
That the beauty lies above the thorns


There is wisdom that comes from roots
That is the product of spiritual fruits
The last will be first and the first will be last
When we are done and our days have past


The Spirit of love has so much power
That stems from the root to the flower
Preserve the vine and the fruit grows
Like the beauty of life and the last rose

He came into our lives like a prayer
With the promise he could take us there
With the hope of what lies above
I believe in the great power of love

He came into our lives like a prayer, With the promise he could take us there, With the hope of what lies above, I believe in the great power of love....really nice poem i love it!!!