Christian poem 'The Rose' by Patricia Joan Polhans (Christart.com)

The Rose
by Patricia Joan Polhans

The rose that sat upon a hill
Never faltered or wavered, that is, until
It's petals shriveled and fell to the ground.
And as they fell there was not even a sound.
On the ground it lay beaten and torn
As the bitter cold had taken it that morn.

The rose that was placed on Calv'ry's hill
Was crucified and his blood was spilled.
His eyes filled with tears that fell to the ground
And as they fell there was not even a sound.
As people walked by they just shook their heads.
They were bitter and cold as they walked on ahead.

The rose that hung upon the hill
Never faltered or wavered, but was still.
His body had withered and fallen to the ground.
And as it fell he did not utter a sound.
On the ground he lay beaten and torn
As the bitter cold had taken Him that morn.

Please contact Patricia Joan Polhans at "polhanspatricia@yahoo.com" to request permission to use this poem.

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