| Budding roses come and gone
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| A callous world still carries on
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| Vainly trying to look beyond
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| A pain that knows no soothing
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| Little flowers hid from sight
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| Many colors dark and light
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| Are seized and swept into the night
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| Roses kept from blooming
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| As self indulgence rules our land
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| Some children just don’t fit the plan
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| And so we pluck them from God’s hand
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| Is our destruction looming?
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| Precious buds of God’s design
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| Grand a gift of love divine
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| Where earth and heaven intertwine
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| Yet their rose is kept from blooming
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| May we learn to hold as dear
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| What God Himself has planted here
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| And may we make the choice in fear
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| Lest we keep God’s rose from blooming
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| The joys this earth will never know
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| Little smiles that never glow
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| Lives left longing to unfold
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| It’s a tragedy we’re choosing
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| The sweetest gift that God could give
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| He made to grow, to love, to live
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| So help us Lord to let them live
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| For they’re roses meant for blooming
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| May we learn to hold as dear
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| What God Himself has planted here
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| And may we make the choice in fear
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| Lest we keep God’s rose
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| We keep each precious rose
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| Lest we keep God’s rose from blooming |