The Angel and the Rose
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I sensed a difference late one night
And a rose from my bed before daylight
Walked into every single room,
And to my surprise, I saw in the gloom

An angel child with a very large rose
Standing in the room in which I chose
To enter, and I was astonished to see
That she had brought the rose to me.

She was a darling angel child,
One who was loving so mild.
She walked towards me, and as I looked,
Handed me the rose, then she took

Her hand touched my arm,
It was so soft and filled with warm
Love to impart unto my soul,
And then she tried to console me,

For I had started to cry
With love for her, and I tried
To hold her in my arms,
But she eluded me, as I cried,

“Oh, angel child, do not leave,
For you are filled with such sweetness
That I would grieve for the love you give
To me, and love for all the world to see.”

After she handed me the rose
She left, and no one knows
Why she came, except just me,
For I needed that rose from Calvary.

My Jesus, who is always ear
To each and everyone who believes
He is the risen son of th living God, you see.

“ Please believe in him?” asks the angel child,
“He is so very meek and mild,
His lovely fire he gave for all to be
With him in heaven for eternity.”