She was
just a little girl of seven
In a coat of mended patches
Pulling a child's wobbly toy wagon
Once red, but now was rusted
And as she walked through the snow
She would stop and pick up cans
With frosty fingers nearly froze
She would stop and blow her hands
Going to the store in town
She traded in her find
There she asked for the lonely rose
Nearly dried... she paid a dime
And as she left, she happily smiled
It was a Christmas gift for her mother
There was no need for ribbons or bows
And as she said, "Merry Christmas, Mama"
She planted the lonely rose
She said...
"Thank You Lord, for all I have,
But I need Your help, You know
Can You answer my prayer this beautiful Christmas?
Can You make this little rose grow?
Then she went into her house
That she share with her family of four
A little shanty some might call it
Where love warmed, the drafty walls and floors
On that Christmas Morning
Walking outside to gather the eggs
She noticed a bloom of beautiful red
Amongst the glittering white
And as she stood there smiling with joy
Her heart was filled with gracious delight
A humble gift, given with love
In a present that she had chose
Laying beside her mothers snow covered stone
Bloomed the most beautiful Christmas Rose
By Brenda Conley
2002
Music ~ The Rose
