Listen to the song:
By Ken Blue
At the garden many were constrained to pause.
By the path a flower grew, which was the cause.
Amid bright colors the garden did compose,
More beautiful than all, a blushing red Rose.
Gladdened each day, by the early morning’s dew.
Some observing my birth; watched me as I grew.
Others touched the petals, causing luster to fade.
Tarnishing the purpose for which I was made.
The luster that should increase, as each one grows,
Faded each day, the reason, I’d not disclose.
Loving attention, peddles fell one by one.
Before I knew, the bright hue, from me was gone.
Some ask, where’s the rose, the garden so adorned?
The trampled ground, shows only a crushed thorn. `
God made the roses, gardens to beautify.
But, when passed hand to hand, roses wilt and die.