Thursday, April 1, 2010

Like a Rose . . .


Atop a hill called Golgotha . . .
on that dark day we now call Good Friday . . .
His enemies thought they had extinguished The Light . . .
thought they had snuffed out for good the aroma of the Rose of Sharon.

Little did they realize that a crushed rose is even more fragrant.

Crucified, laid behind the stone;
You lived to die, rejected and alone;
Like a rose, trampled on the ground,
You took the fall,
And thought of me
Above all.
~Lennie Leblanc and Paul Baloche

7 comments:

Kathy said...

Gorgeous! The petals look like velvet.

Southern Lady said...

Perfectly said!! Have a blessed Easter! Carla

S. Etole said...

Brokenness releases something that is hard to define ... Resurrection blessings to you and your family.

Ginny said...

What a georgous rose in full bloom, and I love your comment about a crushed rose being even more fragrant! Those words, I love that song!!!! We sing it in church often, do you?

S. Etole said...

Wanted to drop back and tell you how much I appreciate the thoughts you shared in the comment you left today. They were really meaningful to me.

Betsy from Tennessee said...

Beautiful post Glenda ---and do I EVER love that rose.... WOW!!!!

Have a blessed Easter weekend.
Hugs,
Betsy

Kathy said...

Yes, bougainvillea get huge! Such a great plant for our area because it is so drought-tolerant. It even grow along the sides of our freeways.