I’m Not a Rose

A Poem by Jenni Bailey

Here, lies a garden – a beautiful one Planting flowers in a row, giving room

To bloom, and perfectly grow in the Son
But, here’s a story

For you…  no flower is the same

And from above, they get shared glory
Every flower needs the Son

Some more than others

One is wilting-just one
It needs more help to grow

It feels like a weed, it’s slowly shriveling

It’s dying, it’s drying up… what you should know
I’m not a rose

But, you still chose

Me to grow in this one garden

That you’re startin, ‘ I need the same Son

Even though, I’m a different one

I knew I’m not a rose, but I can still grow, (just at a different pace)Shine the Son in my face

I’m not a rose, but I’m still a flower

I hear the Son crying, from His beautiful Tears, I need a shower!

I need it to be okay, that I’m not a rose

Because every part of this flower grows!