by Rebecca Withey

Misunderstood, misconstrued
Labeled, judged and verbally skewed
I walked alone most of my days
Searching to understand why I was this way 

I saw myself through strangers eyes
Believing their words, receiving their lies
But through it all You still make me whole
And in your perfect time
You Bloomed This Rose

Fragile and quaint, fragrant and bright
Protected by thorns that scratch and bite
No one can be forced to bloom and part
But in the light of the Son does it open it’s heart

Others had tries to change my life
Pro open my soul and get deep inside
But through it all You still make me whole
And in Your perfect time
You bloomed This Rose

As time passes by, my roots grow deep
Rich in the earth as Your words nourish me
I open my heart and drink up the Son
Reflecting Your love and all that You’ve done

As the winds blow, as tempests come
It’s here, by your grace, that my stems become strong
And through it all You still make me whole
And as seasons change
You bloom This Rose 

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Excerpt from The Genesis Journey: A Creative Collection.
Published 2008 and available on Amazon.com.