He came upon the rose bush, limbs broken, vines choking it.
but He saw a dream, saw a bud still trying to bloom
saw it trying to survive, to grow, saw it fighting
He nurtured it, fed it, showed it love
He took away the vines wrapped around it and set it free
He tenderly touched it with his loving hands
as each day He cared for it, watered it, fed it
till one day He went to check on it
His eyes afire like rays of sunlight!
He saw the beauty of a once tightly closed bud
now blooming and showing in all it's glory
the greens had grown stronger and it stood taller,
it's blossoms now bursting with pride
the bush shook as it saw Him come near
drifting down to His feet the most perfect bloom laid
an offering in thanks for his love, care and nurturing